The Lost Treasure Map Series (90 page)

The mysteries kept accumulating, instead of
decreasing, and soon everyone Cameron met never had a clue what was
going on!

What the hell had he been doing? Why had he
lost his memory in only certain places? What treasure were they
looking for in the well in the trees by the road? Why did the three
soldiers he was searching with never tell him anything no matter
how far he questioned them? What form of air accident occurred
vertically? Had something hit there or been exploded? Why had all
the occurrences that had been witnessed not been investigated by
any of the witnesses?

At one point the only thing that added up
was they were all up to something and hiding it from them!

The press at one point seemed to know what
was fully happening to their surprise and they were sure something
was found that altered things, which they never told, and the story
circulated around the globe!

Chapter 6

The Horse

The whole event
was a muddled mess, which now seemed to have no conclusion, and
Cameron believed he would never get the opportunity to get his
memory back, but he kept trying!

In his army bed he examined everything about
him always looking for clues about anything, but found little, and
he kept realizing that the three soldiers had been close to him and
had put his bed in the middle of theirs, but he could not get them
to communicate on anything.

The killer lion was strange now! Like a
mythical creature! After all the accounts of it there was nothing
about it that seemed normal! Even the first accounts had confused
it, as why were they claiming it was a killer lion? What was a
killer lion doing out there? If it had been part of a circus or zoo
it should have adapted to there, and why would they have a killer
lion? He had not heard anything of killer animals being used! Even
though some animal parks insisted in getting new active
animals.

What got him was that they were the most
vulnerable as everyone else was indoors and protected! He was even
sure that it would go for their tent due to the noise and smell! He
even considered that they had deliberately put them there as bait
for the thing! They were soldiers and paid to be used in such
deadly scenarios!

Other things bothered him! Was there a
treasure? And what was he doing in the pool of mud? He had thought
something would have arose to give a suggestion of what was going
on! Now it seemed he would never know!

He recalled his arrival at the army camp and
when he got cleaned and washed in the toilet and had seen his face
in the mirror and had not recognized himself! Who the hell was he?
Was there a form of illness that affected certain parts of his
memory?

He sat at the edge of his bed watching the
other three soldiers around him and their habits, and them
occasionally examine him, giving occasional whispers to each other,
sometimes staggered at his face, and other soldiers stared over for
long periods, contemplating things, and carrying out conversations
about their home life.

He groaned in despair and recalled the piece
of paper he had found in his jacket pocket at the bottom of the
well and he searched deep into his pocket and found where he had
shoved it and played around with it against the lining and finally
removed it and examined the smudged lines and writing in the bright
light for the first time.

He saw that they were not as smudged as he
had originally thought, but he could not make out what it was and
shoved it back into his pocket, and he tried to recall and realize
what it was.

He listened to Simpson and Fogler having an
argument over racing horses, and which would win, and in the end
laughed at it and cracked a silent joke that they were unable to
hear, and they eventually asked him what horse he thought was
better, with them trying persuade him that their horse was better
than the other, and he eventually gave up listening in the end and
wondered what the hell would happen in the future.

Hanks, the third soldier, who was normally
silent, sat beside him on his bed, and showed him horses being sold
on the internet on a device.

“
What do you think
then?
”

“
They
’
re alright! What are you thinking of
buying one?
”

“
Sure!
”

“
What for?
”

“
To race!
”

“
What! You race
horses?
”

“
Yes!
”
he replied smiling.
“
I was a jockey!
I
’
m still
thinking of racing in my spare time!
”

One of the other soldiers entered the
tent after leaving minutes earlier and he walked straight up to
Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned,
“
Malone says he
wants to talk to you!
”

“
What of?
”

“
Just don
’
t know!
”

The soldier
left the tent after carrying out his order, and Cameron sat
wondering what it was about.

“
Look at
this one! What a beauty! What do think, Dave?”

“
Can you
make good money from a good horse?” he asked, considering if it was
an easy way to make money, and Hanks nodded in
agreement.

After
examining them, and realizing that they were basically all the
same, he wondered how Hanks could tell a good horse and in the end
he chose what looked the fittest horse.

He was
surprised Hanks instantly agreed, and thought it was a winner, and
was so sure he offered Fogler and Simpson a wager on it, and they
instantly came to a halt with their argument and marched over and
started examining the horses and eventually broke into another
argument.

Hanks
eventually got bored listening, and showed Cameron the horse
again.

“
Want
in?”

“
Where’ll you keep it?”

“
I’ve
place at our farm! We’d split the money!”

On his reply
the other two came to a complete stop and started shifting over to
him, and they all started debating the horse and what they could
make.

Cameron
acknowledged that he would go along with the deal, even though he
was not entirely sure!

He wondered if
the treasure was a fantasy scheme that one of them had come up
with, and that they were the ones who had come up with searching
there and not him, and that they had been so secretive with him to
get him to go along with it! But he could not see why as all they
were doing was wasting time there, and as soon as the military was
sure the lion was not around anymore they would have to move
away.

The problem he
would eventually have to face was he did not know where he lived or
anything. So when the soldiers were on leave where the hell did he
go! He would be there the rest of his life wondering if he was
being waited on by someone to arrive back! Hanks had a farm and he
realized why he never minded the rural region! And he was sure that
he had been living indoors somewhere! But where? Where?

Yet the
military had to have information on him, and he wondered if he was
married or something! Yet what if he never remembered the woman
like he had with the three soldiers?

The soldier that had informed him that
Malone wanted to see him later entered and walked right up to
Cameron and stared straight his face, and moaned,
“
Malone wants to
see you in his tent
right
now!
”

Cameron realized he had to do something and
grabbed a bottle of whisky from beside his bed and downed as much
as he could, and gasped, and he shifted out the tent!

Chapter 7

The Well

When
Cameron arrived at
Malone
’
s tent he was told to enter and
Lieutenant Waring jumped onto his feet and downed the last of his
rum and rushed towards the entrance, examining
Cameron
’
s
face from the side of his eyes gasping, and stopped himself asking
him something and rushed out the entrance.

“
Sit down!
”
Malone ordered, clearly annoyed
about something, which Cameron could not grasp.

He was sitting trying to contemplate some
thought when the phone rang and he instantly grabbed at it and
listened without hearing anything, and when someone spoke he
launched into an argument with someone over not doing what he
wanted and started thumping his desk with his fist, and shouted and
hung up, and banged the phone down.

“
Cameron!
”
he eventually forced himself to
whisper.
“
What are you doing?
”

He stared deep into his eyes, trying to
penetrate into his mind, and saw his face and looked away, while
trying to contemplate some thought.

“
Nothing as far as I
know!
”
he
moaned, not knowing what to think or do, or what he
meant.

“
There has been a complaint about you
already!
”
he announced loudly, seeing if he would react.

“
About what?
”
he gasped, wondering who complained
about soldiers and wondered what they would complain
about.

“
That
’
s it Cameron! People
don
’
t like
you! They complain everywhere and you just keep ignoring it!
Don
’
t
you?
”

Cameron realized that there were people
complaining about him everywhere and did not like it, and he
wondered what they were complaining of and why they never liked
him. Then he realized that Malone must have people complaining all
the time with them being there, and he wondered what he was up
to!

“
You
’
re a born villain!
You
’
re a
menace to civilization! The people of this country could do without
you!
”

“
Yeah! So why do most of the men get
annoyed at you? Not me! At least I
’
ve not annoyed any soldiers
...!
”

“
You
’
ve not annoyed
...!
”
he
stared deep into his eyes again, and looked away.

“
Did you go to the golf club up at the
moor?
”
Malone curiously asked, calming himself.

“
Yes!
”
he joked, annoyed, and even more
annoyed at their persistence in not telling him anything.
“
There were
hundreds of people drunk all over the place, lying in bushes, and
vomiting on the greens, and throwing beer cans! The whole place was
totally covered with people drinking and making it with woman, and
there were wild orgies everywhere!
”

“
Great! Remind me to visit there! What
else was there? Was there any physical action?
”

“
Physical action! Yeah! There was this
woman on the
local golf
course who hit her ball and it shot sideways and went into a
foursome of men, putting at a green, and the ball hit one of the
men in the crotch!”

“
That
sounds fun! What next?”

“
She
realized it was her new boss!”

“
New
boss! And what happened?”

“
She
rushed over to him and told him she was also a physical therapist
and that she knew how to relieve the pain! So she gently took his
hands away and loosened his pants and pulled them down to his knees
and started massaging his sexual organs in the middle of the golf
course!”

“
Good
god!” Malone gasped. “What will they think of next?”

“
She
continued on going, even in the middle of the green, with all the
crowds and them watching, with reporters and cameras!”

“
So
what!” Malone shouted, furiously.

“
He told
her that the golf ball had hit his little finger, at his pocket,
and that he had only put my hands between my legs to quench the
pain!”

“
Great!
But what the hell has that to do with what I’m talking about
...!”

“
Nothing!”

“
Cameron
pull yourself together! This country needs you to do your job! Not
to hang about perverted golf clubs!”

“
Why did
you want to know if I was there for?”

“
I was
checking if you played golf! As I thought you may want to play with
me and some of the lads here!”

“
Thank
you! I was there! I’ll think about it!”

“
Wrong!
The game’s cancelled! I was checking if you were there! There was a
complaint about you! Someone said that they saw you at the golf
course, and walking from there!”

“
There’s
not!”

“
There
is!”

“
Where?”

“
Apparently Cameron ... Everywhere!”