“Frraank! Are you coming? ” called out George from the car, as he blew the horn.
Frank came flying out his front door with his arms full, he hurried to George’s car as his thermos left a trail of his coffee spilling behind him. He opened the car door, causing him to drop the folder he had been carrying under his arm. Papers spilled out, and George groaned, as Frank scrambled to pick them up. He bent down tilting his thermos causing more of his coffee to spill out.
At last Frank got all the papers gathered together and sat down and buckled up as he closed the door.
“Lets go!” he said to George. “We don’t have all day, you know.”
George rolled his eyes and backed out of the driveway.
They had been on the road for about 10 minutes when Frank took a sip from his thermos. At least he attempted to take a sip. Apparently more of his coffee had spilled out then he had thought.
“Hey George, think we can stop at Starbucks before we get on the interstate, I need some more coffee.”
There was silence as George turned his head to look at Frank. Their eyes met and Frank quickly said, “Its okay, I can wait, just keep driving George.”
George shook his head, and then he couldn’t help but smile. Frank was a good guy, in spite of his coffee habit.
For the rest of the drive they talked about the new case they were given, and what they thought so far about it. It was quite the perplexing mystery.
“The clues are rather baffling”, said Frank, and George agreed.
” I mean what does the moon have to do with anything?”
“I have read these clues several times and still feel as much in the dark, as I felt before. ” said George.
“As much in the dark as a total eclipse of the moon, would be?” Frank asked.
“Very funny, but yes, just about! I keep waiting for something to jump out at me from these clues, but so far, nothing has.”
They were silent, both lost in thought as George turned down the road.
“Your destination is 800 feet ahead on the left.” Suri said.
The bungalow looked inviting and Frank was glad to at last be here. Now he could grab his coffee pot and make some coffee or perhaps he would make a cup of tea.
They walked in and were happily surprised by how cozy it looked inside. They never quite knew what kind of accommodations to expect when they were sent out on assignments.
Their feet sank into the plush, sea blue carpet. There was a fireplace , though they didn’t plan on starting a fire, for it was still quite hot out. The kitchen was a nice size with a lovely mosaic tile on the floor. It had the design of a sea turtle in pebbles.
Frank made himself a cup of tea and took a seat on the leather couch. He looked across the room at the huge bookcase. One of those that was built into the wall. It was filled from top to bottom with books.
“Hey George, perhaps these books hold a clue to the mystery.? Why don’t you look and see if you find any on the moon?”
George walked over to the bookcase and silently browsed through the books.
“Well …. I don’t think we can count on these books helping,” said George.
“Not unless you speak another language! I haven’t found any in English yet!”
Frank walked over to the bookcase and pulled a book from the shelf flipping though the pages and then another one. He smacked his leg, ” Remember when we visited the North Pole, for that special assignment our boss sent us on. Where we met Jinx and Jangle, Snowball and Candy Cane? Didn’t Candy Cane speak a different language at times? Though I am not sure what it was. Too bad she isn’t here right now, she may have been able to decipher this gobbley gook for us!
“Listen! Did you hear that?” George asked.
“Yes! That is strange, sounded like a clicking noise to me, like a series of clicks.”
As suddenly as it came the clicking noise ended and all was silent once more. They shrugged their shoulders at each other and Frank spoke.
” I know we are here to solve a mystery, but lets head out to the beach for a little. It will help clear our minds so we can focus.”
“Sounds great to me, lets go!”
“Ahh! This is the life! Feet in the sand, and a gentle breeze blowing from the sea.”
They were sitting in their beach chairs watching the waves roll in and kiss the shore. A seagull was just inches away from Frank’s chair, sitting and staring right at him.
They sat for awhile being mesmerized by the waves and the seagull stayed, looking at Frank most of the time. Then its friend came by and they walked off. Frank watched them walk away and said, “Hey George, do you know how to interpret seagull language?
George watched them for a little and then started to speak…”I do believe that…”
Frank didn’t let him finish his sentence, as he jumped from his chair, ” I got it, I think I may have figured out a clue to the mystery surrounding the missing jewels!”
**to be continued** and just to let all of you know, No, I am not at the beach yet! Its just on my mind as the countdown gets closer! 🙂
All pictures were from Pinterest