The first latch clicked loudly.

Valerie’s small fists tightened by her sides.

The second latch clicked open.

The young corporate lawyer backed away toward the trees.

The third latch unclasped with a heavy metallic sound.

Martha whispered a quiet prayer under her breath as the mahogany lid was lifted high.

A harsh, pungent odor immediately escaped into the cool air, forcing Valerie to cover her nose with a silk scarf.

Martha did not flinch or back away.