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Authors: Victoria Laurie

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Gopher smiled and for the first time he seemed to detect the rather cranky mood from those of us still awake at the table. “Ha,” he said, flashing a toothy grin. “No. This is actually a very small island just off the northern coast. The island is primarily made up of a small rocky shore surrounding a huge block of rock that juts up about a hundred feet. The top of the rock is quite flat and is about five hundred meters wide and eight hundred meters long.”
“That’s a big chunk of rock,” I said.
“It is, and four centuries ago, in fifteen eighty-four, someone decided it was the perfect place to build a castle.”
“How do you get up to it?” John, our sound tech, asked.
“Well, on the island itself, there is a set of stone stairs carved into the rock that lead right up to the top,” Gopher said smartly. “But the tricky part is actually getting to the island at all.”
“You’d have to go in by boat, right?”
But Gopher shook his head. “Nope. Boats are too dangerous because of the currents, shallow water, and submerged rock formations. Only the coast guard is allowed in that part of the channel.”
“So how does one get to the rock?” I asked.
“There’s a man-made causeway that, during low tide, extends a little over one and a half kilometers from the Irish coastline directly to the shores of the rock.”
“During low tide?” Heath interrupted. “What’s it like during high tide?”
“It’s underwater,” Gopher said with a chuckle of appreciation. “I’m tellin’ you, the guy who built this castle was a friggin’ master of defense.”
“So we can only travel to and from the castle twice a day?”
“Twice a day for about four hours each turn. Plenty of time for us to get in to do a little investigation and take some footage, then call it a day and scoot back across the causeway before the tide rolls in again.”
I looked at him skeptically. “How’d you hear about this place?”
“I got a tip from one of the local historians,” he said. “But wait. I haven’t got to the best parts yet.”
Heath and I exchanged a less than enthused look. With a sigh I said, “Proceed.”
“So, as I was saying, on this rock is this amazing fortress called Castle Dunlow. It was built in the late sixteenth century and was occupied right up until the early twentieth century. The place is a historical landmark and I had to get special permission from the town council to investigate it, because normally it’s completely off-limits to tourists.”
Gopher looked around at us with an expression that suggested we should be impressed. The only one who said anything was Gilley. “ZZZZZZZZ ...”
“Gil thinks that’s great!” I said, hiding a smile. Next to me Heath ducked his chin and snorted.
Gopher scowled. “
Any
way,” he continued, “Dunlow Castle comes with a pretty rich history and is reported to be chock-full of ghosts.”
“Hopefully it’s not quite as haunted as Queen’s Close,” I muttered, referring to the rather dicey ghostbust we’d just come off.
Our producer ignored me and laid out an aerial photo of the castle. “Legend has it that in the late fifteen hundreds, before the castle was even fully completed, several ships in the Spanish Armada were sent to attack England, but were pretty soundly defeated, and when they turned back, a storm caused about two dozen ships in the fleet to crash all along the northern and western Irish coastline. One of those ships actually crashed on the rocks right next to Dunlow Castle. The lord of the manor, a guy named Ranald Dunnyvale, sent his men to capture the ship’s crew and held them at the castle until the war with Spain was over.
“It turns out that the ship that crashed was carrying some heavy hitters in the Spanish Armada, and Dunnyvale was eventually able to ransom these guys back to Spain for a hefty sum.”
I yawned. So far, I wasn’t that impressed, but I knew that Gopher wouldn’t be this excited about something unless he was working a specific angle, so I waited him out.
After taking a sip of coffee, he continued. “Now, Dunnyvale wasn’t the only guy to take prisoners—a lot of ships sank during that storm and several hundred Spaniards found their way to shore and Irish dungeons—but the difference with Dunnyvale’s conquest was that the ship that crashed on his rock remained very much intact and he was able to take all the spoils from it, including what many believed was the payroll for the entire fleet in the form of gold bullion.”
I sighed. This was getting complicated, and I was getting hungry. “Anyone want a muffin?” I asked, ready to gently transfer Gilley’s head onto Heath’s shoulder.
“Hold on, M. J.!” Gopher snapped. “I haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, hoping he’d get there really,
really
soon.
“Legend has it that Ranald kept the bullion a secret so that he wouldn’t have to pay taxes on it, and he sneaked it off the Spanish ship and hid it somewhere in his castle.” Again, Gopher looked around at us eagerly, but we all just stared blankly back at him. “Don’t you get it?” he asked us.
“Clearly we don’t,” said Kim, one of our assistant producers.
Gopher tugged impatiently on the brim of his ball cap. “The ghost of Ranald is one of the spooks said to haunt the castle!”
Again, we all just stared at him blankly. “Soooooo?” I finally said.
“Wow, you guys really are slow on the uptake in the mornings,” he grumbled. Then he spoke slowly as if we were children struggling with the concept of two plus two. “If M. J. and Heath can find Ranald and talk to him, maybe he’ll tell you guys where he’s hidden the gold.”
That got my attention. “Hold on,” I said. “You mean to tell me this bust isn’t so much about documenting spooks as it’s about sending us on a treasure hunt?”
Gopher beamed at me. “Yes!”
“ZZZZZZ ...,” said Gilley.
I eyed Heath over the top of Gilley’s head and saw that he was looking at me to gauge my reaction. Something unspoken passed between us, and he and I both smiled at each other. I then turned back to Gopher and said, “We’re in!”
Gopher let out a relieved sigh. “Really? You guys think this is a good idea?”
“Dude, if we find a lost treasure of gold bullion, then it’s a genius idea!” I told him.
Heath was equally enthused. “This could open up a whole new line of business for us,” he said. “Instead of ghostbusters, we could be psychic treasure hunters!”
“Or we could just cash in the gold and retire early,” I suggested.
“There’s just one catch,” Gopher added softly.
I snapped my attention back to him. “What’d you say?”
Gopher smiled nervously. “It shouldn’t be any big deal. ...”
“A time to worry,” Heath groaned.
I folded my arms and eyed Gopher critically. “I’m thinking we’re finally going to learn the reason the castle’s normally off-limits. Okay, Gopher, what’s the catch?”
Gopher sighed. “Supposedly the castle’s also haunted by a powerful phantom.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise, and I honestly laughed. “A
phantom
?”
Gopher nodded. “Some supernatural shadow that’s reportedly eight feet tall and super scary is supposed to haunt the ruins looking for trespassers. I hear the thing is so creepy that none of the locals will go near the place.”
“What’s he done to make everyone so freaked-out?” I asked. “I mean, other than being eight feet tall and all.”
Gopher swallowed and wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“ZZZZZZ ...,” said Gilley.
“Come on, dude, out with it,” Heath insisted.
Gopher took a deep breath before he finally answered. “According to the research I have, the phantom has actually thrown a few people off the top of the cliffs.”
“What?”
Heath and I said together.
“But it hasn’t attacked anyone in a few years now,” Gopher added quickly. “The last victim was thrown to his death well over four years ago.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Oh, well gee golly, Gopher, if it was over four years ago, then I’m sure
we
don’t have to worry about it!”
“Who was it?” Kim wanted to know.
Gopher swirled his finger over the papers on the tabletop. “A guy heading a small group of treasure hunters. The official report suggests the phantom threw him right over the side.”
“WHAT?!”
Heath and I exclaimed again.
Gilley woke up at this point, probably because of all the yelling. “What’d I miss?”
“Gopher’s trying to kill us,” I snapped.
Gilley rubbed his eyes and looked around blearily. “So, nothing new, huh?”
“Seriously, guys,” Gopher said calmly. “This phantom isn’t anything you two can’t handle! I mean, you’re great at busting the worst demons and spooks the underworld has to throw at you. I’ve seen that firsthand.”
I eyed our producer skeptically. “Someone’s got gold bullion on the brain.”
“Want to pull out?” Heath asked me.
I sighed, thinking about the pros and cons for a minute. Finally I looked at him and said, “I’m in if you are.”
Heath’s smile returned. “Then we’re both willing to go for it.”
“Awesome!” Gopher exclaimed. “Guys, that is awesome!”
At that moment the call to board our plane was announced, and we all got up and shuffled toward the gate. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if by agreeing to this bust, I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.
 
We landed in Londonderry heavy with fatigue and all of us ready for a nap. Gopher splurged on two vans for the seven of us, and we loaded our luggage and gear and prepared to drive north. I found a spot in the lead van, sitting right behind Heath, who was helping navigate our driver—Gopher—along the winding roads. From the sound of it, the navigating wasn’t going so well. “Wait!” I heard Heath exclaim. “You missed the turn!”
“What turn?”
“The one you just passed.”
“I didn’t see any turn!”
“It was behind that herd of sheep.”
Muttered expletives followed while Gopher looked for a place to turn around. A bit later when Heath had apparently directed our van to a dead end, both men’s tempers boiled over and Heath tossed the map at Gopher before opening his door to go sit with Gilley in the other van.
For a moment, no one spoke, and Meg—one of the production assistants—shot me a concerned look. “Hey, Goph?” I said cautiously.
“What?”
he snapped, eyeing the map with frustration and obviously still irritated.
“Want me to copilot?”
Gopher sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he said, tossing me the map and motioning to the front seat. “You can’t be any worse than your boyfriend.”
My cheeks reddened. For the record, Heath is not my boyfriend. At the moment, I’m decidedly boyfriend
less
, after having dumped my previous S.O. in Scotland when we both realized that distance wasn’t making our hearts grow fonder.
And, strangely, now that I wasn’t Dr. Steven Sable’s girl—I missed him much more than I had when we were merely separated by an ocean.
It served me right, though, because Heath and I had been crossing the line with each other well before I’d had a chance to talk to Steven, and since then, the guilt of my flirtations with my fellow ghostbuster had chilled things down for us and we’d both agreed to focus on the job at hand rather than getting handsy with each other.
So Gopher’s remark cut into me, but I couldn’t let it show; otherwise he was the type to continue to push my buttons. Instead I gave him a tight smile, got out of the backseat, and hopped into the front, picking up the map and studying it for a minute before I instructed him to turn us around.
It took a few minutes to get our bearings and find the main road again, but I soon had us back on track, and as we traveled along, I got to once again enjoy the gorgeous scenery. There was a lovely stretch of highway that took us right along the coast, and then we traveled into the countryside, slowly making our way northeast.
Everywhere we looked, the hilly green terrain was dotted with fluffy white sheep. Here and there we saw smoke coming up and out of tall, weathered chimneys attached to quaint little houses with thatched or clay roofs.
Pedestrian traffic was light, and those locals we did spot could be seen getting around on bicycle or horse. “I feel like we’ve gone back in time,” said Meg from the backseat.
I nodded. “But I like it.”
We finally arrived in Dunlee near noon and by that time my lids were feeling like sandpaper against my eyes. I was so tired I felt woozy.
Still, I felt a bit better once we found the small bed-and-breakfast Gopher had booked for us and I could stretch my legs and breathe the fresh, crisp air.
“I’ve reserved the whole thing,” Gopher said, waving his hand grandly at the rather small-looking structure.
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