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Chapter One- A rather interesting tale

She may have been a twenty year old woman, but she still had the face of innocence. An inquisitive face that wanted to know the wisdom’s of the world, but as her deep hazel eyes reached into mine, I couldn’t help but let the light in my soul, flicker on. She had a pleasant warmth to her, like a flame in the distanced of a menacing night. As her eyes search mine, her cheeks turned a welcoming pink and she seemed to light up the room with her hope. Her smile was like the sweet smell of spring when the flowers were at there prime. Her auburn hair looked windswept and messy, showing just how much of a struggle her journey was. All to see me. I could only feel gratitude beyond all belief as her fragile hand reached into her pocket and withdrew the reason of her visit. See was beauty…..At least that’s how I hoped it would be.

Back in the real world, things were much different. Including this particular girl’s journey.

It all started when I took up the interest of finding my family tree. I always new my family had an interesting life. Many hours of my young childhood was spent by Grandma’s cosy fire, listening intensively to the stories of long forgotten family members. If anyone new history and law, it was Grandma. Unfortunately she was not with me to embark on this truly incredible adventure. As much as my heart wished she was here, I heaved on with my research, trying in my Grandmothers name, to find the most accurate information on long gone family members.

Things got plenty interesting when I stumbled along the most curious sounding person, in my family tree. Daniel Wood. My great-great-great-great-grandfather. A carpenter by day, but after working hours he had the most fascinating hobby, of invention. That was the only part of the website I understood entirely. Then it waffled on about patents and conspiracy theories.

I thought this was a good time to bring in, my very best friend (and true love) ,Tasha. A very talented law student, who had a un-canning passion for conspiracies of the past. All too perfect. Was it a coincidence.

There was a hammering knock on the flimsy front door, that wanted to break due to a hand smacking hard on it’s mud splattered face. The woman who was so furiously banging on the door, heard someone storming down the stairs. She was windswept as the man inside the house threw the door open with the greatest urgency. There before her was an unmistakably, overworked and underpaid, but gorgeous young man. His name was Michael Jaymolethue Wood. Also known as Mike. Light, wispy hair, entrancing blue eyes, cute button nose and welcoming smile. That was Mike.

There before him was a successful, independent young woman. auburn hair, tied into a lose ponytail with blonde bangs, hanging out. Deep hazel eyes and a deadly smile. She was an ornament of her sex. Freethinking and free living. The way she stood in her vintage clothes, standing gracefully on the door step. “ Come in, tea, coffee?” Asked Mike in awe. “Thank you for the offer but I’m trying to cut out coffee, I’ll have some tea with milk and no sugar though.” Replied Tasha, while striding through the front door. “Been thinking. That family tree I started, well I have a great-great-great-great grandfather who used to be an inven…” Tasha cut in. “tor, so you thought you would ask me if I could make sense of the website.” Mike busied himself with the tea, feeling slightly embarrassed. He found it incredible how Tasha could make assumption from the smallest amount of information. “Shall we go up stairs” said Tasha, while being handed the tea.

Chapter 2- The truth of the patent

Tasha cautiously walked into the study, hoping to find it clean and tidy like she liked it, however that was clearly not the case as the door handle pulled down and creaked the door open. What lay beyond there was anything but a clean and tidy working area. It was the reason she didn’t have a boyfriend. Mess! Piles of it, on the desk, on the floor, on the windowsill. She was going to have to do something about this, so she cleared an area for her tea, as she called out to Mike. “Go get a bin liner.” “What for?” Inquired Mike. “We’re going to clean this hell hole up, now go and get that bin liner.” Slowly half the day slipped between their fingers as they “chucked” and ‘kept” numerous belongings to Mike.

At 2 o’clock the study was immaculate. It had been tidied, cleaned and vacuumed, until at last it was a suitable working area for Tasha. After a quick lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, the work began. Mike flicked on the computer screen and took Tasha to the website. She started to read, it felt like hours, when eventually, Tasha started to explain the meaning of the words, splattered on the page.

“Basically, your great-great-great-great-grandfather invented the telephone, but then didn’t patent it because he didn’t have the money. So Henry Thatcher gave him a large fortune of fifty thousand pounds, to get your relative to say Henry invented it.” Shocked at the news Mike managed to splutter out a question. “How much is fifteen thousand pounds worth now?” asked mike, cautiously. “About two million pounds.” Explained Tasha. “So where is the money now?” “That’s the problem, he gave it to a friend to look after because many people wanted the money, but he never saw it again.” “Does that mean it’s gone?” Asked mike apprehensively. “ Far from it. Now, Harry Thatcher owns the money and he’s not what you’d call a nice fellow”

So the conversation carried on, they talked long into the night, about Daniel Wood and his telephone to what they would do with two million pounds.

Chapter 3- The problem with information

Information is a curious thing. You may find out a piece of interesting information but then out of the blue, want to know more. This can cause great adventures of mild peril for some people, but for Mike, it would only cause massive peril. All because of his need for more information.

For the next few days, Mike tried to continue with his normal life. However this was a lot harder when you have obtained a piece of information that tells you that your family rightfully owns millions of pounds. Whatever he did, no matter how normal he could not tame the twinge that was forever in his stomach. A twinge that needed information.

Life suddenly became a lot more difficult for Tasha as well. It may have been none of her business, but the thought that someone had a fortune that wasn’t even theirs, made her cringe. Yet no matter how much information she acquired on the problem at hand, she still felt that it was her business to put it right. After all she was a girl of action.

Chapter 4 The city really wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

He was cruel and malevolent. Whatever he did he wanted more, and as his thin nimble hands curled around his cigar he felt no guilt towards his family name. As his dark and entrancing eyes stared into the mirror he knew he would not let his guard down. As his fat cigar grazed his thin lips he felt no dread for what he was going to do.

Harry Thatcher. He was one of those people everyone knew. Even though they weren’t in movies or wrote songs. He was the kind of person who was born rich and lived the rich lifestyle. Knew the right people. If you know what I mean.

MORE TO COME Rebecca Smith