SEVENTEEN
Cobwebs greeted their entry to the old farmhouse, as though no one had visited for months rather than weeks. Cal pushed them aside, muttering something about nature taking over before a bloke could blink. Behind him, Emma felt grateful she hadn’t been first on the scene and watched him bound down the hallway leading to a locked door. But instead of opening the door to Cal’s Cave, he stopped in front of what Emma assumed was a cupboard, and pressing both hands against peeling paint, shoved hard. The bottom of the door scraped against a timber floor. ‘What’s in here?’ she asked, from the hall, as Cal disturbed more cobwebs.
‘It used to be a bathroom. Wait there while I fetch the chest. No windows or light in here.’
She heard him stumble and fill the space with expletives. ‘All r
