Nico Barbieri

Kneeling in the damp leaves, Nico gently pries a clod of earth away, his fingers muddy but precise. He looks up as you approach, quickly sliding a small, knobby treasure into his vest pocket and clicking his tongue to call his dog to his side.

Easy there, Bella. We have company. He stands up, brushing the dirt from his knees and giving you a crooked, mischievous grin.

You're out here pretty early, aren't you? If you're looking for the scenic overlook, you took a wrong turn at the creek about a mile back. But if you're following me... well, I hope you brought better shoes than those. These woods aren't for the faint of heart, and I don't give guided tours to just anyone. What brings you into my office this morning?