Searching For Treasure

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Chapter 1

Jack, as usual, got right to the point. "We've been had."

Dana studied the rundown, rather unfriendly-looking castle at the end of the drive and stifled a small sigh. This was to be their weekend getaway home-away-from-home for the next few days. The once proud castle estate, which was surrounded by ancient oaks that dominated rambling unkempt grounds, had an angry, accusatory air about it. Almost as if to say, "You did this to me, you and your kind
.
”

"Maybe the inside isn't as bad as it looks on the outside," she offered.

Jack cut her a skeptical glance. "Right."

Noah had been uncharacteristically silent since she had stopped the car. Dana peeked into the rear view mirror to where her brother sat in the back seat and had to grin. Noah's soon-to-be manly jaw looked to be in danger of becoming totally unhinged and fall from his face.

Dana dug the brochure from her purse and read it out loud. "Treat yourself to a true adventure."

"Translation: watch out for the bats as you find your way through a rotting castle," Jack said.

Her lips twitched as she continued reading. "Experience the lost charm of the old Raven Keep Castle."

"Emphasis on the old. And doesn't 'lost charm' mean it can't be found? Like I said, we've been had."

Noah spoke for the first time since their arrival. "Yeah and if Freddy Krueger pops his head out from around that tree, I'm heading back to town."

Dana glanced again at Noah in her mirror. He was staring moodily at the old castle, which was growing larger in their view with each jarring bounce. Each passenger in the car, as well as the driver, was soaking with sweat as the air conditioner struggled and failed to compete with the heat wave of British summer.

Moss, hanging from low branches, occasionally scraped the top of the car. The interior reeked of the mosquito repellant they had applied to themselves earlier.

Dana decided to blame Jack. It had been his idea, after all, to respond to the call of a haunted treasure-castle, although she was honest enough with herself to admit that it hadn't taken a lot of coaxing to get her to agree. Each of them possessed a thirst for adventure and new experiences, which had been the foundation of a friendship that stretched back to sixth grade.

They'd been best friends since the day Mrs. Corman had paired them up as line-dancing partners. Through the years they had discovered many shared interests, not the least of which was a desire to try the new and unknown. They had tried to instill the same attitude into Noah, but had only met with partial success. They feared Noah was in danger of turning into a fuddy-duddy at age nineteen by concentrating all his energies on his college studies. That concern had prompted this trip.

******

Days before, Jack had bounded into Dana's house, vibrating with excitement and waving a brochure. "Attention!" he read. "Can you find the treasure hidden inside Raven Keep Castle? Do you dare brave the ghosts that roam the halls? Treat yourself to true adventure. Experience the lost charm of an old castle. Fine dining. Well-appointed rooms. Entertainment. Immerse yourself in a forgotten era. Come to Raven Keep Castle."

"It's a scam," Dana had said.

"No, it's legit. I looked it up on the Internet. There is such a place. It is reputed to be haunted and there is a story about lost treasure associated with the castle. According to the article I read, some Frenchguy bought it and is turning it into a weekend resort, patterned after those mystery weekends that were so popular a while back. Only his gimmick is ghosts and treasure." Jack finally noticed the pile of wood and glue on the dining room table in front of Dana. "Wha
t’
s that?"

"It's a toothpick sculpture," she replied.

"Okay, but why?"

"I'm exploring my creativity."

"By making a blob out of toothpicks?"

Jinx the cat, sat near Dana's elbow. She was surveying the scattered slithers of wood all around her. With studied nonchalance she batted a toothpick off the edge of the table with her paw. Dana caught it neatly without so much as a glance and attached it to the top of her sculpture at a forty-five degree angle. She cocked her head and studied it.

"If you're waiting for that thing to speak to you, D, I think it's mute."

"Hmmm."

"Let's get back to the treasure-castle. I think this is just the thing we need to get Noah out of his rut."

"I don't know, Jack, it doesn't really seem like Noah's thing."

"That's just it. I haven't noticed him having a thing. At least, not lately. Really, D, I feel like we've failed him. All he does is study."

"Well, he's dedicated. He's really keen on becoming a sport psychologist.

"Which is great, but all work and no play. The only other thing he seems to be interested in is our social lives or lack thereof."

As if on cue, Noah sauntered in through the back door.

"Hi guys. You know, Dana, I keep hoping you'll start telling me to knock before I come in here."

"If that's what you want," Dana replied absently as she added another toothpick to her sculpture. "But why?"

"Because if you start telling me to knock before I come waltzing in the door, I'll know that finally you'll be doing something that you wouldn't want your little brother busting in on."

"Such as?"

"You know," Noah said wagging his eyebrows. He dropped his voice and finished in a dramatic tone, "Men."

"He means sex, D," Jack said, grinning.

Dana glared at both of them. "Excuse me, when did I suddenly become a spinster old maid?"

Noah grinned. "Be honest, when was the last time you went out?"

"I go out with Jack all the time."

"I don't mean Jack. Jack's your best buddy and mine. Jack's family. You know, I mean with..." Noah said again with the dramatic tone, "...a man."

"I'm sure Jack resents not being included in the man category," Dana said.

Noah rolled his eyes. "You are being deliberately dense. All right I'll use simple words so you'll understand. When was the last time you were on a date?" He paused. "A hot date."

Dana opened her mouth and then closed it again. It had been a long time. But she would never admit the reason, at least not to Noah. Dana had been mother and father as well as big sister to Noah since their parents had died in a car crash nine years earlier. Jack had stepped in as the predominant male role model in her brother's life.

Money had often been tight, but through sheer will and creative determination, Dana had managed to make a comfortable living for them both. However, recently college tuition had been taking a huge bite out of the household budget, prompting longer hours spent at her home-based business.

Dating, going through the ritual of getting to know new people, took too much time. It was just easier to hang out with Jack.

"Earth to Dan
a…
Earth to Dana. Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a stumper," Noah said.

Dana's eyes twinkled mischievously. "What was the question?"

Noah heaved a huge sigh worthy of the theatre. "When did you last go on a hot date?"

"Let's see, nineteen fifty-"

"Very funny." Noah cocked his head in thought. "It was Liam, wasn't it?"

"What? Are you keeping track?" Dana asked.

"I worry about you. Sure I keep track. So, whatever happened to Liam? I know you liked him."

"He didn't understand my sense of humor," she said, smiling.

"Who does?" Dana rolled her eyes. "Okay, so what about Dave?"

"He decided I was too smart for him."

"He was right. Kyle?"

"I'm too adventurous."

"Danny?"

"I'm too offbeat."

"Daniel?"

"I'm too easygoing."

"Allen?"

Dana, irritated with this line of questionin
g–
especially now that he'd gone all the way back to her prom dat
e–
gave Noah a disgusted look. "He didn't like my shoes." Jack laughed as Noah stared at her.

"You're kidding," Noah asked.

Dana sighed. "Yes, I'm kidding."

"Dana, have you noticed that you keep picking guys that can't appreciate you?"

"Or maybe I really am too 'too'."

"You're not the problem." Brother and sister turned to look at Jack, surprised by the unusually serious tone to his remark. "There's nothing wrong with you." He then went back to studying the tips of his shoes.

There was a beat of charged silence. Dana felt unaccountably warm and turned away to scratch Jinx under her chin. Noah, who was nobody's fool, looked at both of them speculatively.

Not wanting to continue this conversation, but needing to say something, Dana cleared her throat. "Remember what Dad used to say? Don't hide your light under a bushel? He told me that once when I was twelve. I came home crying one day because Rob Lawson told me that no boy was going to like a girl who was clever."

Jack looked up at that. "You liked Rob Lawson? He and his sisters used to eat bugs! Why would you want to kiss a boy who eats bugs?"

"I realized later," she continued with a glare, "that the real reason was because I could run faster than most of the boys in school. But that's beside the point."

"Hallelujah, she has a point," Noah said.

"I had decided that if I wanted the boys in school to like me, I had to pretend to be dumb. But Dad said, 'Never hide your light under a bushel. Never let anyone make you deny who you are. Maybe you don't understand that right now. And maybe some of the boys at school don't appreciate you right now, but someday there will be others who will. And those boys, will be true blue and solid gold treasure.' I took his advice to heart. So I guess, I'm still searching for treasure."

Noah could sense tension in Jack at these words, a tension Dana seemed to be totally unaware of, and he almost blurted out, "What about Jack?" But Jack changed the subject abruptly.

"Which brings me to my point." Jack began brandishing his brochure again. "Noah, I think you and I should take your sister out to this haunted treasure-castle for a long weekend in England. The ghosts won't know what hit them."

Noah surprised both of them by readily agreeing, each missing the glint of purpose in his mischievous eyes.

*****

There had been a definite undercurrent in the conversation that day, Dana decided, as the car finally jolted over its last rut, but she had been unwilling to examine it too closely. Turning the key off, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind as she climbed out of the car and stretched the kinks out of her back. The sixty miles they had driven from the airport to get here had been nothing. The last one hundred feet had been murder.

Noah scrambled out of the car, stretched mightily and began dragging overnight cases from the back. Jack leaned against the passenger door and stared morosely at the castle. "What kind of fine dining do you think we're apt to find in there?"

Dana leaned comfortably against him and he rested his chin on the top of her head. "This was your idea."