I fall asleep so fast, I don’t even have time to pull down the covers. But soon Ellen is waking me up. “Hurry,” she says and runs out of the room. I am instantly awake, my heart pounding. I remember everything about the day. The tent, the boat ride, the man. Oh no, what’s happened now? Ellen is standing behind the armchair in the living room, and the man is pacing between the chairs and sofa. With each step he flings his arms in the air. “Calm down,” she says. He ignores her. “I have to get it. Where’s my bag? NOW!” he shouts. “Get what?” I ask. He spins around to look at me. “Oh good, you’re here. I figured it out. The riddle, the map. It all makes sense now.” Is he talking to me? “What do you mean?” I ask. “De Fuca’s treasure. It all makes sense now.” He leans in close to me and whispers, “It’s taken me a year to translate that riddle. I’m not missing this chance. De Fuca’s treasure!” He lurches forward and grabs my collar. “WHERE IS MY BAG?”
