“Does anyone else think the earth is spinning faster today?” Michael asked.

“Maybe you should tell them the part about Ava only taking half the treasure and leaving the rest,” Silas suggested.

That perked them up.

Dayana raised her face out of her coffee mug. “Huh?”

“Are you saying there’s half of a treasure out there in some canyon?” Dean asked wearily.

“Yes!” Maggie said. “From what we can surmise, Anna worked as a lady’s maid for a wealthy family in Boise. Her grandfather Bowman must have left a clue or told her where the gold was. Because in 1895, she was reported missing by the local newspaper after a young woman matching her description told fellow stagecoach passengers that she was going on a treasure hunt. We think she not only found the gold, but that she took half of it, reinvented herself, and met Aaron Campbell shortly after.”

“Less enthusiasm, please,” Dean told her.

“Okay. If all of this is true, I don’t suppose Ava/Anna Whatever-Her-Name-Is left a treasure map?” Dayana asked, attempting to open a bottle of green sports drink and then giving up and handing it to Silas.

“As a matter of fact,” he said, unscrewing the top and pointing at Maggie.

She reached behind the island to grab the topographical map she’d stashed there. “We think she did.”

“I know you guys think you’re being cute, but really, the Vanna White routine makes me want to murder your faces,” Michael told them.

“If I wasn’t convinced my head was about to split in two right now, I would laugh. Because that was fucking funny, and it makes you even more attractive than your good looks and top-shelf hygiene,” Dean said earnestly.

“If I hadn’t thrown up less than ten minutes ago, I’d kiss you,” Michael told him.

“Back to me and Vanna,” Silas insisted.

“A needlepoint and this topographical map hung side by side in the study, above the mantel with the gold coin in it,” Maggie said.

“So? Ow,” Dean grumbled when Wallace elbowed him in his haste to load up a plate.

“We really should have done this in the afternoon,” Silas told her.

“Or tomorrow,” Dayana suggested.

“Well, you’re all already here. So now you can eat grease and listen to how smart we are,” Maggie insisted.

“Ugh. Fine.” Dean groaned.

“The needlepoint said ‘WHERE IS THE ADVENTURE IN FINDING ONESELF IF ONE USES SOMEONE ELSE’S MAP?’”

“It sounds like a meme on Pinterest,” Dean complained.

“Except we think it was a clue,” Wallace said, helping himself to a fresh cup of coffee before joining Cody at the breakfast nook.

“Next to it was this pen-and-ink sketch of some Idaho topography,” Silas filled in. “Land that just so happens to neighbor Dead Man’s Canyon, specifically.”

“I hate to be a wet blanket,” Dean began.

“Since when?” Maggie shot back.