I told Kelly everything as we made our way back to the tents. The girls had raced back to get dressed ahead of us.
"So you weren't kidding about the leg," she marveled. "I kind of wished I'd seen that."
We paused outside. "I'm shocked that you didn't believe me!"
Kelly sighed. "You're right. I'm exhausted. I didn't realize how much work this was going to be. At least now the sheriff can take over the investigation."
"True," I said.
"You sound disappointed." Kelly gave me a grin.
I threw my arms up in the air. "I'm so close to the end of this. I just wish we had more time."
She appeared to be shocked. "You wish we could stay? After all the fuss you've made about being here in the first place!"
"Well," I mumbled, "I just want closure. I was starting to figure it all out. For example, I think I know who the corpse is."
"You do?" Kelly startled as a loud scream erupted from my tent and Inez and Caterina ran out to join us.
"What's going on?" Kelly asked.
Inez began jumping up and down with glee. "Betty's a gazillionaire!"
Caterina continued, "You should see how much money she won! She can buy a horse!"
"Yes!" Inez shrieked. "She should buy Cookie!"
"Cookie!" the girls squealed in unison.
Kelly said, "She won enough to buy a horse in a few nights' poker games? That's not good. We need to do something about that."
"You're right," I mused. "At least $20 of that is mine."
Kelly folded her arms over her chest. "Merry!"
"Oh fine. I'll talk to her."
Once inside the tent, I found the girl throwing a blanket over some money.
"It's really cool," Lauren said. "There's some with a woman on it!"
A woman? Unless I'd completely missed the news, there were no women on US currency. Unless…
I whipped off the blanket.
"It's mine," Betty informed me. "I'm going to take the whole troop to Catalonia!"
I shook my head as I looked at the stacks of cash. "Not with that you won't."
Betty eyed me suspiciously. "Why not?"
I hated breaking it to the kid, but at least I could say that she wasn't missing anything in Catalonia.
"It's Confederate money," I said. "It was printed when the South tried to break free of the US. It's worthless."
"What?" Betty grabbed her sword and swung it through the air. "I'll kill those guys!" The sword hit the tent pole, and the end of the hilt fell off. This threw Betty into a rage. "This is cheap crap too!"
I reached for it and discovered what was inside. All of the clues suddenly clicked into place. I knew what had happened. And why. And better yet, I had solved Riley's case. And I was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it.