“Ian, if we find this money, I will rent the nicest room in the nicest hotel this town has to offer and we can have all the pizza you want there.” He sounded sincere, except for the fact he pivoted back immediately. “What explains the number difference? Were there five once and one died?”
Ian moved toward the edge of the slope, stomach clenching harshly. He had a different idea.
“Maybe. Or—what would you do if you were trying to keep something like this hidden from just anyone?”
Gabe rolled his eyes Ian’s way.
“I wouldn’t be hiding it, so what would you do?”
“I’d count one of the trees among other trees when I numbered. Like this one.” He gestured toward a cedar bordering the edge of the precipice, almost perfectly aligned with the other trees. “Line them up and that one makes five. I
