“You hike around going on little scavenger hunts?”
“Not exactly, and not anymore. It’s more like looking for treasure with some coordinates to guide you.” Ian wiped his hands on his pants. “I’ve seen some really good hides, you can’t see them at all unless you’re at just the right angle. But there’s nothing here, unless it’s buried underground. You’d have to dig for that.”
“Damn. We divided up the tools in the garage. You have anything to dig with in your car?”
“No,” said Ian, frowning. “And before you rip down more branches, it’s not going to be hanging up there anyway. How big a container would it have to be for all that money? This tree loses its leaves in the winter. You think none of the neighbors would notice a box just hanging out in a tree?”
“I don’t,” said Gabe, then when Ian
