A few of my favorite things:

A beautiful woman smiling at me from across a crowded room.
The sound of glass clinking together and, even better, the sound of bourbon being poured.
The feel of putting some well-earned scratch in my pocket.

But the best is the sound of handcuffs closing around a perp's wrists.

Fellah named Tesseract gave me most of the final pieces of the puzzle. He told me to show the broken plates to Sarah and she IDed them as the plates that Jack had bought earlier the day of the threat. As near as we can figure, Jack bought the plates and then wiped his fingerprints off before putting them in a bag.  Then, Jack walked around the back of the house and came in through the rear, where Z couldn't see.  That way, Jack could set up the threat at his leisure.  Once that was done, he crept into the front room and smashed the plates.  Before Z could get inside, Jack ran out the back again and apparently waited for a while before returning around the front to make it look like he'd just arrived.

That was enough for the Sherriff to charge that no-good palooka. I made sure I was there to see him charged and hauled off to a cell. It was like a ray of sunshine in my heart to see him get his. 

Not that everything was wine and roses here. Jack yelled at me while the Sheriff was hauling him off. "You haven't seen the last of me, Anton Jeffries! You've caught me, but you have no idea where the treasure really is, do you? I'll get out of jail long before you find it. I'll come back, and it will be mine, all mine!"

I've never understood why men like him don't get the phrase, "anything you say can be used against you in a court of law."

That just gave him a few more years in the slammer. Still, it does bother me that Wylie's treasure is still out there somewhere. I doubt Jack is the last treasure hunter to visit Bay Horse... Madame Z's life isn't likely going to be a peaceful one, but I did all that I could. I got paid and my work is done. If she needs my help in the future, she has my phone number. If she's lucky, she'll never need it. Unfortunately, it looks like most of her ghosts are leaving her house now. I hope she has better luck with the next batch.

Thank you to my deputies that helped me with this case. I couldn't have done it without you.