Vivianne reappeared. "He's almost here."

Eric stood. "Unarmed?"

She nodded. "He calmed down during the walk."

"Herman, Yaimie, you know what to do."

Herman opened the door and they place on each side. Eric stood a dozen paces away, Anita next to him.

"It'll be fine," She whispered to him, as he considered taking out the gun. He gave her a nod and a smile, and left it in his pocket. Guns created more problems than they'd ever solved.

Steps became audible, then a man stepped into view, accompanied by the foreman. He was in his late forties, his black hair streaked with gray. His suit was gray, fitted him well. He looked like any movie businessman Eric had seen in Anita's collection.

"Mister Fulton," Eric greeted him.

Roland studied him disdainfully. "Who are you?"

"Me and my associates are the people standing between you and what I believe you are looking for." He motioned. "Why don't you come in? I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement that will satisfy everyone."

"You have no rights to do this," Roland glowered. "This is my property. I demand that you leave immediately or I'll be forced to call the police."

"Please do," Eric replied, "I'm sure Miss Ardent's estate will be happy to know what you're planning to do to her body." He motioned again. "Now, why don't you come in?"

With another glare, Roland entered. The foreman didn't move from where she stood. Eric nodded to Herman, and he closed the door.

"What is he doing?"

"Closing the door, what does it look like he's doing?" Yaimie answered, earning himself a glare from Roland.

"I figure this discussion will go better if we aren't interrupted," Eric added.

"Fine, get on with your demands."

"I have no demands, there's nothing here."

Roland didn't take his eyes off Eric. "You're lying. Dad told me she was entombed here with her most valuable possessions."

"No," Vivianne said. Roland didn't react to her words. "I Told Samuel I wanted to be somewhere within the park because that is where with I considered most valuable to me was."

"Her fans," Eric translated, "she wanted to be here because she wanted to be surrounded by people who loved her movies."

Roland snorted. "Right because a rich woman like her preferred fans over her money. Well, her fans aren't keeping this park alive, I am. And I need what dad buried her with to keep it going."

"Look around, Mister Roland. Vivianne had nothing left by the time she died. It all went into treated her sickness."

He looked left or Eric, panning to the right, the annoyance mounting on his face until his gaze was right of him and Anita. His eyes grew wide. "That's a glowstone," he said in awe. He took a step in its direction.

Anita moved in his way. "Keep your distance."

"Do you have any idea the kind of money I can get for it?" Roland asked, looking around Anita. "And that's just what we can see, it's got to continue in the rock."