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LII. If I ain't got you
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Dylan sat on the ground next to John B, who couldn't keep his eyes off of Sarah longer than a minute. It was her instinct to tease him about and to also push him to try and get her back, but they had bigger things to worry about. She'd do it another day. "I-I just don't get it. I mean, you guys saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years." Pope sputtered. "And then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother's grave but the message never gets to him. And Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know we're in the right spot. It's just feels like—"
"Like we missed something?" All eyes turned to JJ. He was looking up at the tree and he walked around the Twinkie. "Guys, come here."
Dylan and John B quickly stood to their feet. They followed him to the van and watched as he and Kiara climbed to the top. JJ stood in front of a hole in the tree and pointed to it. "That looks like—"
"The painting in the island room." Kiara realized.
It clicked in Dylan's brain. "How is it that you're making all the discoveries today?" She voiced.
"The world's spinning off its axis." John B muttered.
"It's worth a shot, right?" JJ questioned, everyone agreeing. He looked at Kiara and motioned to the tree. "Go for it."
She immediately denied. "Not a chance."
"You do it!" Said Sarah.
"Sorry. I. . .I went in the storm drain, so. . ."
Dylan nodded and hummed. "That's right. She did."
"She did go in the storm drain." Pope pointed out.
