Jade covered her swollen, beaten face and shrieked.
Quinn clutched a liquor bottle, eyes vicious as a wolf's. "Shut your goddamn mouth, you nasty bitch! Keep yelling and I'll chop you up!"
In my previous life, Quinn dug up that gold mine because I noticed the vegetation on that stretch of mountain was abnormal. I was the one who dug through county records and geology books, confirmed the general location, and only then persuaded him to try.
And by that time, Quinn had already quit drinking. His temper had mellowed.
The current Quinn was just an irritable drunk.
Jade only remembered "there's gold in the Back Hills," but she didn't know exactly where. She forced Quinn to dig around like a headless fly. Other than unearthing a pile of rotten rocks, there wasn't jack shit.
"Impossible… it was obviously right there…"
Jade curled up in the corner, staring at the bare walls of the broken house. Then she thought of me "going to the city to enjoy the good life," and regret crashed over her like a wave.
But she still wouldn't give up.
"As long as I dig up that gold… as long as I dig up that gold, I'll grind Evelyn Fox under my heel!"
She was gambling.