Trent rolled his eyes; Roger would be the death of them both.

“Did someone say treasure hunt?” Roger asked.

Brooks shook his head and turned away from all of them, speaking into the phone. “Yeah, listen. I need three helicopters. As soon as you can make it.”

Trent’s phone buzzed and he looked down.

An anonymous text.

I got clearance for the Shoals, meet there in an hour.

“I just heard from Banks,” Trent called out to the family.

“What?” Brooks asked.

“He thinks we’re all meeting him at the Shoals.”

Brooks nodded. “Good, then he won’t be following us.”