The Strip Inside
After a rival starts chasing a planted survey lead, treasure hunter Oliver Brennan tests whether a client's recovered payroll chest was marked by the same unknown planner.
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I'm a London treasure hunter, and clients hire me by referral when a family needs proof or a sealed room may hold something lost. Nia Moss, a bricklayer working there, slipped me a waterproof lead.
I took the lead to a cafe because the rain was hammering London. Mara Venn, a rival salvage captain, walked in with three hired crew and demanded it.
Mara said someone paid her to make me follow the clue. I saw the old foreman's copied mark and knew it was bait built around my undeclared find.
My question was simple: was solicitor Maya Harcourt's missing payroll chest another step back to Kingsmere? Maya hired me to prove her grandfather's chest was inside a dead lift shaft.
I found the brass chest wedged behind the counterweight housing. Mara's worker photographed my van before I could carry it upstairs.
Then he called me Scaffold Boy in front of Maya's clerks. I was muddy, embarrassed, and carrying a century-old payroll record with somebody else's trap inside it.
Inside was fresh red waterproof paper with the same upside-down depth mark. That proved Maya's job had been marked by the same planner, so I kept the strip.
I left the chest with Maya and put the strip with my tools. The next time I found a client's record, I checked what was fixed behind it.
