Golden

The small cottage, formerly a fisherman’s hut, was weathered and desolate. Kingsley Porter had discovered the cabin on one of his trips and bought it for a weekend retreat. Cian raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, weekend retreat from a castle to this. I’m sure his wife was thrilled.”

I looked around; there wasn’t much left. Slight chance of finding clues here, but I had to try. I searched for loose stones on the floor in every crack and slit I encountered. Cian used his slightly longer body to search over the beams holding the roof, but there was only dust. The kitchen cabinets were still in place; I knocked on the wood to see if there were hollow places, but alas. I sat on one of the chairs, afraid it wouldn’t hold me.

“Where would you hide something in a place this small?” Cian stopped his search and shook his head. “We don’t even know if it is something here. Why should he have left clues if he took the treasure and vanished?”