“Obadiah oversaw the militia’s money. And they were always talking about war or being attacked by the Feds, so they kept a stockpile of cash in a secret spot.” She tried to smile. “It reminded me of pirates and their treasure stash.”

Obadiah hadn’t found her comparison funny.

“So Nabera does have money.” Caz made an annoyed sound.

“Maybe?” Kit frowned. “He wouldn’t have had time to get it before the PZs fled the compound.”

Hawk snorted. “It’s buried or something?”

“The money’s in a cave in the forest. It takes a while to get there.”

“Nabera might not have retrieved it then,” Caz said. “The alphabet agencies only left yesterday. Before that, it was like an ant hive, and the road was blocked off.”

“Really?” Nabera wouldn’t risk getting caught by the Feds, but he might go after it now. If she moved fast… She sighed. She could barely move, let alone fast. She slumped back in the chair.

Hawk studied her. “You know where the cave is?”

“I’m surprised the cabrón who was your husband would share that with you,” Caz said.

She hesitated, then decided she wouldn’t go through her life distrusting people. These men had risked their lives to help her. “Obadiah needed an extra person to help carry.”

She’d been his beast of burden.

“The asshole,” Hawk muttered under his breath.

His comment kind of made her day.

Money would come in so useful right now. For her and… She bit her lip. “If I retrieved the hoard, could I share it with the other women rather than turning it over? They’re in the same fix I am.”

“Hmm.” Caz tapped his fingers on the table. “Perhaps. You were a member of the PZs; it’s your money too. Legally, as a victim, it should be yours.”

Hawk took a sip of his coffee. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

It took her a second to realize they were agreeing with her.

“However,” Caz added, “we will not share this information with the chief of police.”

Hawk half-laughed, then his gaze ran over her in open assessment. “Sounds like it’s a hike.”

There was no way she’d be able to get there. Or be able to tell them how. Her shoulders sagged. “I think we walked for miles.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did it have a clearing nearby?”

Jesus. Three hours later, the simple helicopter trip had expanded from three people to five. Hawk had planned to take Kit along after her counseling appointment as well as Aric, who was still attached to his side.

He’d figured the chance of running into the PZ bastards was slim. How would they even know the Feds had left?

To be safe, though, Caz said he’d come along.

Of course, Caz told Bull, who invited himself on the trip. Hawk snorted. The nosy big bastard just wanted to see the site.