Maddock and Bones exchanged glances.
“It’s what Johnny wants,” she said. “Wants to contest the new will. It gives the property to the church instead of him. He’s saying his mother isn’t competent in her thoughts anymore.” Brenda frowned. Her voice fell to just above a whisper. “Him and his lawyer might win. Last couple of years, her mind’s been slipping. Sometimes pretty bad.”
Maddock and Bones exchanged glances again. So, maybe Ruth Harshbinner was going to lose the farm, and anything beneath it.
“Do you have a metal detector back on your farm?” Maddock asked.
Brenda c****d her head, thrown by the question.
“To follow the wires,” Maddock explained. He gestured to the wall and the old switches. “There’s supposed to be lighting below. Following those will give us an idea where.” He tap
