“Yeah,” said Stephen, “plus land always increases in value. It’s the best investment.”
“You know, I think it’s more important to figure out what you want to do for a living, and then decide where you’re going to live based on that,” said Jack.
“I’m going to retire early anyway,” said Stephen. “But I still want to live someplace I like.”
“Definitely,” said Ben. “But if you’re mobile, you can live anywhere.”
“That’s retarded,” said Stephen. “I’ve got to have a big place, so I can spread out.”
“I’ve seen your house now. It’s not that big,” countered Ben.
“Exactly,” said Stephen. “I’m tired of being cramped.”
“I think I want to be a scientist or a professor,” said Jack.
“Ugh. That sounds awful,” said Stephen. “Don’t you want to be a baseball player or something?”
“I’m being realistic,” said Jack.
“Realistic doesn’t have to be boring,” said Ben. “Least you could do is hope to be like the most famous scientist ever, or something. You know, like invent teleportation or something?”
“Maybe I will,” said Jack. “But as long as I’m working on something I like, it doesn’t need to be cool.”
“You’ll never get premium tail being a scientist,” said Stephen.
“What do you mean?” asked Jack, completely naive.
“Are you serious?” laughed Stephen. “I’m talking about tail, you know poontang? Pussy?”
Jack was slow to understand.
“Is your boy serious?” Stephen asked Ben. He turned back to Jack — “You’re not a homo, are you? It’s okay if you are. Are you?” he snickered.
The expectant look on Stephen’s face gave Jack the appropriate answer. “What? No way — screw you,” said Jack.
“I think you just might,” said Stephen, still chuckling.
“Whatever,” interjected Ben. “I don’t see you with any girlfriends.”
“I’ve had my moments,” said Stephen, suddenly defensive.
“I just think it would be cool to be a scientist and get paid to figure stuff out,” said Jack.
“I’d like to be an actor, or a musician,” said Ben. “Maybe both.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely the way. You don’t have to work much, and you get paid a ton,” agreed Stephen.
“Well you better be a really good actor if you want to have two houses,” said Jack.
“I already am, son. Already am,” confirmed Stephen. “Besides, my dad’s got more money than he needs. I’ll just get some from him. Plus I’ve got my share of seven hundred dollars per year.”
The full night’s sleep was welcome, but made the boys anxious to return to their adventure. It was still raining in the morning when Jack’s mom offered to take the boys on her errands.
“Where are you going?” asked Jack.
She consulted her list: “Grocery, hardware, and card store.”
Jack conferred with Ben and Stephen — they agreed a trip would be a good diversion. The clouds would clear in the afternoon and they had high hopes that the weather that night would be conducive to another hotel visit. Once they made the decision, the day dragged.
“We’ll go, but can we hang around the stores while you’re at the grocery?” asked Jack.
“You can go as far as the pet store. Deal?”
“Deal,” said Jack.
“Okay, you got money?” Jack asked Ben.
“Yeah, what are we getting?” asked Ben.
“Stud finder,” said Jack.
They were walking down the aisle of the last remaining small hardware shop in town. After the Home Depot came to town, the other hardware store and lumber yard had closed. His parents still came to this small place because it was close and they knew the owners.
Stephen was testing the measuring tapes. “Doesn’t your dad have one of those?” he asked.
“Yeah, but this one has a deep scanning mode,” answered Jack. “He told me he was going to buy it so he could find power cords in walls before he drilled. I was going to get it for him for Father’s day, but then I forgot.”
“So why do we want it now?” asked Ben. “That thing’s like forty bucks.”
“We can use it to find out what that button’s hooked up to,” said Jack. “Besides, I’ll pay you back — I’m going to give it to my dad for his birthday.”
“So it finds power cords, and you think we can follow the power coming off of the button?”
“Yeah, why not?” asked Jack.
“It just doesn’t sound like something that would work,” replied Ben.
“Well then maybe it will be able to tell if there’s concrete behind every window,” said Jack.
“That would be cool,” said Stephen. “Would it really do that?”
Jack paused — “I don’t know, but the plastic comes off without ripping, so I can just put it back in the package and give it to my dad in August.”
Ben laughed — “Good enough for me.”
They paid for the stud finder and made their way outside where Jack’s mom was waiting.
“What did you buy?” she asked.
“Birthday present for dad,” Jack replied.
“A little early, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t want to forget again,” said Jack. His mom smiled.
Late that night at the hotel, they huddled again on the porch roof and tried to decipher the nature of the button. Jack’s deep-scanning method was only slightly successful. He would get a firm idea of the direction of the wire and then lose the signal.
Pressing the button yielded much better scanning results, but after the grinding sound stopped and the button clicked, it stopped showing up on the detector.
“This is pointless,” said Stephen.
“You heard the noise,” reminded Ben. “There’s got to be something going on when it makes that noise.”
“My grandmother used to have a doorbell that sounded like dogs barking,” retorted Stephen. “Do you think there was something going on with that as well?”
“You know,” started Jack, “the more I think about it, he can’t be hiding something valuable. If what he’s hiding was worth anything, he wouldn’t spend money to build a hotel, set up a trust, and then give up. It’s got to be something bad he’s hiding.”
Ben sat down on the roof with his back to the wall and looked out into the night. “Like what?” he asked.
“Maybe he buried bodies here,” said Stephen and sat down next to Ben.
“Yeah, like that,” said Jack. “He was pouring money into this to keep a secret that would have hurt him.”
“Must be a really bad secret,” said Ben.
“Yeah,” Jack said as he sat next to his friends, “maybe it is bodies. Well, whatever it is, it looks like he might have sealed the place up with concrete to keep…”
“Shhh!” ordered Ben. “Listen,” he whispered as he pressed his ear to the wall.
All three pressed their ears to wall and listened carefully to the same grinding sound they had heard earlier. It continued for several seconds and then ended with a thump and a loud click.
“That click is coming from up there. It sounds like a latch or something,” said Ben as he pointed up. He shone his light on the wall about seven feet up from where they stood.
“We have to get up there,” said Jack.
“Yeah,” agreed Stephen, “do you have a ladder?”
“Of course,” said Jack. “But we can’t carry it all the way out here.”
“See — there’s a secret door up there,” said Ben. “I told you guys.”
“Maybe,” said Stephen. “Hard to prove without a ladder.”
“Hey,” said Ben, “don’t you have a step-ladder in the garage?”