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Off to Spain!

“What are you going to do to him?” I asked.

“I’m going to do what I should have done years ago, Casey. I’m going to murder the rotten bastard. But first we need to save Violet.”

“And reach the treasure before he does,” I added, taking Violet’s copy of the map out of my pocket and handing it to him.

“Did you see the note she left you at the bottom of the map?” I asked him.

“Aye, son. She’s right. If anyone can help us find the treasure, it’s Esteban.”

“Who’s this Esteban?”

“Oh, he’s an old monk who lives on the coast of Spain. He’s one of our best liquor suppliers. Been trading with us for about two years now, right out of his monastery.”

I felt strangely happy hearing this.

My father looked carefully at the map. “This is the first time I’ve laid eyes on this. Violet’s a sweet gel, but not much of a map-maker, is she? The poor dear. At least she’s handy with a gun. Oh well, it’s off to Spain for the lot of us! I’m looking forward to visiting Esteban again. We’re running low on whiskey.”

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