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Don’t you think if our family had a treasure we’d know about it?”
    “Maybe it was buried there before any Blackmoores got here. You did say that pirates were rumored to bury treasure all up and down the coast, right?”
    “Yeah, but that’s reaching pretty far to think treasure could be on our land.”
    “Well, if it is, I want us to find it, not some treasure hunters.”
    Morgan laughed. “Me too. But even if that was why he was there, it doesn’t explain why he ended up dead.”
    “True. Well, maybe it was just one of those things and we’ll never hear anything about it again.”
    “I wish,” Morgan said looking out the front window of Sticks and Stones where she could see Sheriff Overton’s car pulling up to the shop. She watched him get out, hitch up his pants and stomp to the door which he yanked open, then stood in the opening silhouetted in the sunlight.
    “Good afternoon, Sheriff. Come on in,” Morgan said with feigned cheerfulness.
    Overton glared in her direction, stepped inside and shut the door.
    “What brings you here?” Fiona stood up from her workbench and narrowed her eyes at Overton.
    “I have some questions for you girls. You can answer them here or I can take you down to the station.”  
    Morgan shot Fiona a warning glance and shrugged. “We can answer them here.”  
    Overton looked disappointed. He switched the toothpick from the right side of his mouth to the left and leaned back on his heels.
    “Alrighty, then.” He pulled a notebook and pencil out of his pocket and licked the tip of the pencil causing Fiona to make a face. “How long did you know the deceased?”
    “Huh?   You mean the man I found on the cliff?” Morgan’s brows mashed together. “We didn’t know him at all.”
    Overton looked at her from under his shaggy eyebrows. “Really? You expect me to believe that?”
    “It’s the truth.” Morgan struggled to remain calm. She knew Overton was looking for them to overreact. He was probably trying to incite them, hoping they’d do something crazy so he could arrest them. She refused to play his game.
    “Well, now how could a big man like that walk all the way past your house and out onto the cliff without anyone noticing?”
    Morgan’s stomach clenched. She’d been wondering the same thing. “He must have snuck out there in the middle of the night.”
    Overton cocked an eyebrow at her. “Now why would someone do that?”
    “We have no idea. Are you accusing us of something?” Fiona cut in from across the room.
    Overton smirked at her. “Not yet. But I know you girls are involved somehow.”
    Morgan drew in a deep breath. “Really Sheriff, we’re not involved in every crime that happens in this town.”
    Overton turned to Morgan, the toothpick wiggling back and forth as he talked. “With your track record and the fact the deceased was found on your property, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I’m able to charge you with something.”
    Morgan walked over to the door and held it open, gesturing for Overton to leave.
    “I doubt that. You won’t find anything relating us to that guy’s murder because we didn’t have anything to do with it .” She punctuated the last words by leaning forward, almost in his face.
    Morgan felt a wave of triumph when Overton started to leave, but the triumph was soon replaced with a twinge of worry when she saw the satisfied smirk on his face.  
    He turned just inside the doorway and his words caused Morgan’s stomach to twist into a knot.  
    “Oh really? Then why did we find a copy of the Ocean’s Revenge ship’s manifest from 1722 showing Isaiah Blackmoore as the captain in his pocket?”

Chapter Seven

    Celeste sat cross legged on the floor of the Library. She always mediated in this room—it was her favorite. She loved the dusty smell of antique furniture and old leather books and the way the sun spilled in through the nine foot tall windows highlighting rich colored slices of the antique