“Guess we’ll be bleeping that one,” Maggie snickered.

“That’s one hell of a statement piece,” Dean mused.

“That’s no ordinary necklace,” Wallace insisted. “That is Minnie Franklin’s emerald-and-sapphire necklace, which was stolen during the Dead Man’s Canyon Stagecoach Robbery.”

Dean screeched out a string of excited curses.

“Yeah, definitely gonna need some editing,” Silas predicted.

“Not to be Debbie Downer—”

“Since when?” Maggie teased Dean over cold pizza in the dining room.

He rolled his eyes at her and continued. “This throws a wrench in the show’s story line.”

It had taken them over an hour to coax Wallace back downstairs and he’d agreed only after they’d promised to box up the first dozen scrapbooks and ledgers on the bookcases so he could start studying them immediately.

The man was eating pizza with his right hand and turning pages with his latex-gloved left.

“How?” Cody asked with interest.

“We’ve basically confirmed that Aaron Campbell found the Dead Man’s Canyon treasure,” Dean said. “But how do we tell that story over the renovation timeline? How do we chop it up into bite-size pieces to serve up per episode? How far do we go to prove it to the viewers—minus the conspiracy nuts, of course.”

“Of course,” Silas agreed while rubbing tiny tight circles with his thumb into Maggie’s shoulder.

“How do we wrap it up? What’s the big wow ending? Do we get everything authenticated? Who gets to keep it? Does it belong to the original owners or does Maggie own it? Is there more of the treasure left to find in this house? If not, what did Campbell do with it?” Dean asked.

“It fits with the season theme of bringing history back to life,” Maggie mused, wiping her hands on her jeans. “But I get what you’re saying. We have to figure out how to tell this part of the story.”

“I hate to bring this up,” Silas began, “but y’all also need to consider what could happen if you go on internet TV and start telling a million people that you found hidden treasure.”

“Internet TV,” Cody snorted.

Silas threw his crust at him. “Listen here, whippersnapper.”

“I think what Sy is trying to say is that we don’t want a bunch of treasure hunters showing up here and breaking in,” Maggie supplied, slapping the man’s hand away from the last slice of pizza on her plate.

“So we wait,” Dean said.

Maggie glanced around the table. “I think so. We haven’t spilled the beans about the coin yet. So until we can figure out how the story fits into the show, let’s keep this between us.”

“I won’t say anything,” Cody promised.

“My lips are sealed,” Dean agreed.

“My family is nothing but big mouths. I’m not telling them jack,” Silas announced.

“Hate talking to people anyway,” Wallace said.