"What was that?" James asked, hurriedly getting out of the car and almost bumping into the door frame.

Motun ignored his question and looked around. "Where is the person that will do the digging?"

"He's over there."

James pointed to a man standing few feets away. He looked sixty-something but Motun was sure he wasn't more than forty years. He had an unbelievably small stature that you would think he couldn't carry a digger. He was in a faded red top and a pair dirty knee-length shorts.

"Now, answer my question." James added.

She was about explaining but noticed something. Someone was dishing out orders to the red-top guy.

"What...