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I've always wanted to go on a Treasure Hunt - Part 63 - Back to the newspaper office

Here’s the thing... Every time I close my eyes, I see something different. I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox. But these dreams are nothing to laugh about. Once again there's a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt. ... Back to the newspaper office ... I went around to Boggs's house on the chance that he might have come home, just as his mother was heading off to her night job.  I raised the possibility that something might have happened to him but she didn't agree, nor did she look all that concerned. The fact he had experience in cave exploration and used to camping out with his father and later uncle Rico and had told me he might not be back for a few days was not cause for concern, and we left it at that, telling her I would drop in again soon. She didn’t seem to think that he might get into trouble considering the instability of some of the caves, nor th

I've always wanted to go on a Treasure Hunt - Part 62 - A run in with Alex

Here’s the thing... Every time I close my eyes, I see something different. I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox. But these dreams are nothing to laugh about. Once again there's a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt. ... A run in with Alex ... It had been an interesting excursion, with discovery, but not so significant, it meant anything.  I went back to Nadia’s hotel room to collect the maps she had in the picnic basket so I could compare them with others because at least two of them had features I’d not seen before. I was there only for the maps, then left.  It had been a long day and she was tired, and I was glad not to be working that night.  I also had been thinking about what Boggs was doing, and where, for that matter, he’d been. I hadn't seen Boggs for days, and worse, the last time I did see him, we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.  It was a long

I've always wanted to go on a Treasure Hunt - Part 61 - A late picnic

Here’s the thing... Every time I close my eyes, I see something different. I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox. But these dreams are nothing to laugh about. Once again there's a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt. ... A late picnic ... We spoke no more of bloodlines, and instead spread out the surprises she had brought.  Cheeses, cured meats, her mother’s creation learned long ago in the mother country, and wine from their Italian winery. As a quirk of fate, she had lined the basket with old copies of treasure maps, and after indulging in the food and wine, looked them over.  There were six different maps, each with a different detail as to where the treasure might be buried.  One had it on the edge of the lake, a lake by the way that had now disappeared, another at the foot of the hills, identified by a cutting high above the spot. Another was on the mountainside,

I've always wanted to go on a Treasure Hunt - Part 60 - Nadia visits Sam at the warehouse

Here’s the thing... Every time I close my eyes, I see something different. I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox. But these dreams are nothing to laugh about. Once again there's a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt. ... Three a.m. is meant to be so quiet; you could hear your heart beating. Ten to, all hell had broken loose when one of the conveyor belts broke, and a replacement was needed, and the engineers were on the clock. Ten past, the hullabaloo had died down, and back at the desk, I was contemplating a long scotch to calm the nerves.  Drinking on the job was not condoned, but not unheard of.  I opened the drawer and looked at the bottle, then thought the better of it. And, when I looked up, Nadia was standing in front of the desk. She was as quiet as a ninja, and just as dangerous. “Never a dull moment,” she said, dragging a chair over and sitting down.  “I got

A story inspired by Castello di Briolio - Episode 43

For a story that was conceived during those long boring hours flying in a steel cocoon, striving to keep away the thoughts that the plane and everyone in it could just simply disappear as planes have in the past, it has come a long way. Whilst I have always had a fascination with what happened during the second world war, not the battles or fighting, but in the more obscure events that took place, I decided to pen my own little sidebar to what was a long and bitter war. And, so, it continues... Mayer fought the urge to panic, and then to consider giving himself up.  He remembered what the Standartenfuhrer said and knew that it was not an option. He slid back into the forest, then far enough back, stood, and ran, the thick snow not only hampering his speed but also covering the sound of his flight.  He stopped and listened for the sound of the following soldiers, but all he could hear was the sound of a locomotive and his breathing.  His heart was pounding, not used to such exercise or

I've always wanted to go on a Treasure Hunt - Part 59 - Sam has a chat with his mother

Here’s the thing... Every time I close my eyes, I see something different. I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox. But these dreams are nothing to laugh about. Once again there's a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt. ... Did it upset me that Boggs was a little snarky?  Yes, a bit. We’d been friends for a long time, the sort who had stuck together at school to keep arm’s length from the bullies and work together on projects and homework.  That friendship had become more important after his father disappeared, and I believed he appreciated it. Until this treasure thing. It hadn’t been there, looking over everything.  The fact of the matter was he had been too young to understand any of it, and his mother wisely kept the extended details of her husband’s obsession away from him, and it was quite by chance he stumbled over his father’s effects in the attic. Had she destro

Was it just another surveillance job - Episode 47

I'm back home and this story has been sitting on the back burner for a few months, waiting for some more to be written. The trouble is, there are also other stories to write, and I'm not very good at prioritizing. But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn't take long to get back into the groove. Chasing leads, maybe ... When the room was empty and only Richards and I remained, he cut the ties that bound my hands and legs. “Bad business,” he said. I sat again and flexed the muscles that had begun to stiffen up whilst tightly bound. “I’m assuming you know a woman by the name of Jan?” I said, “She told me she was working for MI5 so I’m assuming you’re her handler.” “When she chooses to be handled, yes.  Jan is just one of her names.  She’s currently missing, and I think we now know why?” “Her work,” I nodded towards the body. “God no.  She’s charged with chasing down leads and then calling the cavalry.  We had a tracker on this chap, found him, and had him in a saf