“The will leaves everything to you.” The lawyer looked up from the document. “It’s funny. This is the only written document from him. And yet in spite of being so illiterate and reclusive, Jacob amassed quite a fortune. It’s just too bad that he didn’t trust the banks.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yes, Jacob saved his money in a treasure chest — Somewhere. He filled with gold coins and buried it ten years ago, paranoid that the terrorists would somehow get it after 9/11.”

“How do I find it?”

“Jacob left instructions. As you know, Jacob was an avid photographer. It was his main means of record keeping, as well as the source of his wealth. He took pictures of the route to take to get to his treasure chest. And it’s all on this roll of film.” The lawyer gestured at the picnic cooler sitting on his desk. “The cold preserves the film, otherwise it would degrade. Jacob warned us that we should keep it frozen until we get it developed.”

I opened the cooler, and looked inside. “Kodachrome.”