by Erin Huss
"She must get it from your side of the family." The instant the last syllable rolled off my tongue, I immediately wanted to call it back. Especially when the Captain's face closed down.
"So…" I scanned the dimly lit bar to avoid direct eye contact. "Why are we here, other than to catch botulism?"
My father withdrew something from the pocket of his coat. "You can help me find this."
Mac and I exchanged a glance, and I took the tattered piece of paper he offered up. "What exactly is this?"
"Our future," a man with an Irish lilt interjected. I glanced over my shoulder to see a ruddy complexion and bloodshot brown eyes. "The lost O'Flannigan treasure. And you need to find it before my brother does."
SLEUTHING FOR THE WEEKEND
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