“So when you want it it’s not a distraction.”
“What, food?” asked Ian, then rolled his eyes when he realized what Gabe was implying. “I’m not ready for you to make it up to me. I’m just hungry. The only thing I’ve had to eat all day was a scone.”
“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 wh
