It made sense to me. It certainly wouldn’t do to have Carlotti’s wife’s body turn up in his own backyard. He'd be much better off to get her far away from home and then do away with her. Hell, we had swamps. They weren’t going to find the body.
With a flourish of her arm, Rayna answered the last big question. “Welcome to what used to be the Beaver Lodge. My uncle’s nickname was Beaver and this was his cabin. Hence, the Beaver Lodge.”
“What happened to your uncle?”
“Strangely enough, he drowned off Sable Point in a storm just a couple of years after they found the gold. By right of salvage and by right of inheritance, this is my gold.”
I couldn’t argue with her there. It was hers by right, but if the Feds discovered it on their property, they’d claim it. Of course there was also the dil
