D.P. McCready

“It could mean anything?” said David. Grandad shines the torch across the walls looking for anything that might be what they are looking for, even though he’s not exactly sure what it is they are looking for. It could be anything? There’s nothing but dirty bricks and a few old work clothes hanging on hooks. After about fifteen minutes of looking everywhere, they have found nothing. “It has to be here somewhere?” said David. Grandad nods in agreement. “But where?” Shaye walks over to the clothes hanging on the wall; it looks like they haven’t been disturbed in a long time. He removes all three jackets and a black apron placing them on the floor. That’s odd thought Shaye. He continues to stare at the shiny metal thing sticking out of the wall. It isn't a hook or a peg, or even a”
― Daniel P. McCready, The Search for Sir Edward Cranach's Gold