"What I said before was true. Mikey was kind of dismissed in our family. As far as we all knew, he wrote this book that sucked, and that was about it. His real papers he must have packed into a box. I don't think his son—my grandfather—knew anything about it. My father discovered the papers a few years ago, but didn't tell me about them. I think he was going to look for the treasure himself, prick that he was. Then he got himself thrown in prison for murder. Only when he realized he was dying and never getting out did he finally tell me. He died a month later. The papers made it clear where the treasure was. Well, not the exact location, but I knew it was in Fordlandia. I was just preparing to go down there when your sister looked me up. So I asked Foley to keep an eye on her. I didn't know he killed her."

Wow, that was lame. But, if he wanted to stick to that story, we were okay with it. We just wanted Mikey's story. The police could get the murder confession from him later. As it turned out, however, that wasn't necessary. There's nothing like a scorned wife to set the record straight. She had heard we one-time too many.

"I had nothing to do with any of this," she said, almost shouting it. "Whoever is out there listening, Bill ordered Foley to kill the woman. I shoulda called the police, but he's my husband. I couldn't turn him in."

She was smart. She knew she was facing jail time. To go in as an accessory would be better than going in for first-degree murder. Bill wasn't having any of it, though.

"You bitch! You're the one who suggested it." He turned to me. "Don't believe her."

I decided that it would be a good time for the police to make an appearance, and they didn't disappoint. Marsh and a half a dozen state cops came through the door, read them their rights, and cuffed them. I asked Marsh if they could wait before transporting them to see if we could get more of the story.

"You two have been a pain in the ass from the beginning, withholding information from me, but you did come through in the end." He turned to the Flynns. "They're going to ask some questions. You have rights. You don't have to answer them."

But answer them they did. Fueled mostly from her contempt for Bill—or for other conniving reasons—Amanda was happy to talk. This meant that Bill had to defend himself and implicate Amanda. So between them, we got the story.

They did, in fact, contract with Foley to kill Izzy. From his father and Mikey's real writings, Bill already knew most of the story. He knew about the gold and that John had hidden it somewhere in Fordlandia. He even knew about the painting; Mikey had described it, not that it helped much. They knew Izzy had talked to Mario, so he had to be eliminated as well. But Mario escaped the first attempt on his life and went into hiding. When they found out that there was another party involved, they came after us, missing me in front of my house. Russ Simpson became a casualty of war when they found out he had the painting. Once they had the painting they—or Bill alone, if you believed Amanda—prepared to go to Brazil. Meanwhile, Foley tracked us to Miami and waited around the airport, not believing that Miami was our real destination. They still had the kill order and made the attempt on the river. Once that failed, Bill—or Bill and Amanda, if you believed Bill—instructed them to wait and see if we found the treasure before killing us.