I thank Natalie. Dougie ends the call. I take the phone and quickly send her the pictures.
Dougie rubs his hands together and grins. “Buried treasure, Becca.”
“Seriously, Dougie, that was your takeaway?”
“What if Willard dug a hidey hole and buried the loot in the churchyard?”
I sigh. “First, we don’t know if this whole Willard thing is true. Second, even if it were true, what are the odds that he buried the loot anyway? It’s more likely he took the money and went across the border into Mexi—” I stop when it hits me. “Wait. Are you admitting the badge could be real?”
“Screw King of the Hunt. Treasure trumps everything. And if it’s there, I’m going to find it.”
“We are going to find it.”
We “That’s what I said.”
“Yeah, right.” I stand, pocket my phone, and glance at the street just
