The Missing Skull: The 7 Series, #1
By John Wilson
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The thrilling Prequel to the best-selling 7Series book, Lost Cause
"Wilson successfully creates a series of layered mysteries each more compelling than the last...The Missing Skull is a great, fast-paced read...Recommended."―CM Magazine
Five years before the settings of Lost Cause and Broken Arrow, the history- and mystery-loving Steve's grandfather takes him on a trip up to a remote lake in northern Ontario. Steve's not thrilled, after all, his twin brother DJ was given an exotic adventure holiday to Central America. Matters start to look up when his grandfather tells Steve about the mysterious death of the artist Tom Thomson and sets him the task of finding Thomson's missing skull. Steve loves mysteries, but when odd things begin happening and strange people start threatening him, Steve wonders whether this is part of his grandfather's plan. Is this still a simple puzzle, or is something far more sinister going on?
"Mystery buffs will enjoy the mysterious tale of Thomson's death and the trail of clues set up by Grandpa, even when Steve misinterprets the clues and mayhem ensues. The remote northern Ontario landscape, complete with cold lake, rocks and bush along with the cabin lacking electricity and water highlights the real camping experience unfamiliar to so many urban students. Dialogue is modern and up to date with Steve's friend Sam's computer googling and their cell phone chats grounding the story in the present day."―Resource Links
John Wilson
John Wilson is an ex-geologist and award-winning author of fifty novels and non-fiction books for adults and teens. His passion for history informs everything he writes, from the recreated journal of an officer on Sir John Franklin's doomed Arctic expedition to young soldiers experiencing the horrors of the First and Second World Wars and a memoir of his own history. John researches and writes in Lantzville on Vancouver Island
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The Missing Skull - John Wilson
Copyright © 2016 and 2021 John Wilson
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The Missing Skull is a work of historical fiction. Reference to actual places, events and persons are used fictitiously. All other places, events and characters are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual places, events or persons is purely coincidental.
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Wilson, John (John Alexander), 1951 -
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The Missing Skull first published by Orca Book Publishers, 2016
Cover design by John Wilson
Cover photography by John Wilson
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ONE
But they’re the best band in the world. Dave Grohl is awesome, and this’ll be my only chance to see them.
I’m trying to keep my voice calm, but it’s tough. If I start to sound whiney, Mom will overreact and I won’t have a prayer of going to the Foo Fighters concert. I have to show her how rational and mature I can be.
I’m sure they’ll come back when you’re a bit older,
Mom says as she begins to unload the dishwasher.
The dishwasher’s a good sign. If she’s doing something while she talks to me, it means she’s not taking it all too seriously, so I have a hope. The Foo Fighters are famous all around the world,
I say slowly. They tour everywhere. It might be years before they return to Toronto.
They have an awfully silly name,
Mom says, rattling cutlery into the drawer.
Mom’s sudden change of direction throws me momentarily, but how dangerous can a band with a silly name be?
Mom turns from pulling dinner plates out of the dishwasher and looks at me. I think I’ve made it. She’s going to say yes, but then her brow furrows. You’re awfully young to be going to a rock concert on your own.
My stomach lurches at Mom’s mention of my age. This is the big stumbling block. I throw out all my best arguments at once. My birthday’s coming up. I’ll be thirteen by the time of the concert. You could drop me off and pick me up afterward. I’ll have my cell with me, so I can call when I get to my seat, at the intermission and at the end. Besides, I won’t be going alone. Sam will come with me.
This last is stretching the truth a bit. Sam is probably going through exactly the same process as I am right now, but we decided that if we each presented the other as being allowed to go, it would increase our chances.
Grohl’s amazing. He writes most of the band’s songs, he’s a multi-instrumentalist, and he’s played with everybody. Including Paul McCartney,
I add, knowing he’s Mom’s favorite singer. She looks interested, and I feel confident. I should probably shut up at this point, but sometimes my mouth just runs off on its own. He used to be the drummer with Nirvana.
Mom doesn’t know many modern bands—she’s more of a Beatles or Rod Stewart sort of fan—but she has heard of Nirvana. Didn’t the singer from that band, something Cocaine, kill himself?
Kurt Cobain,
I correct softly.
Mom goes quiet and stares at me. I hold my breath. She shakes her head. You’re just a bit too young, Steven. Maybe in a couple of years.
It’s not fair,
I say. I’m speaking too loud, but I’m disappointed and angry at having worked hard for nothing. I never get to do anything. You’d let DJ go to the concert. You let him go to Central America at spring break.
I’m standing now, my fists clenched and my anger building as much at my perfect brother as at Mom. DJ gets to do anything he wants.
That’s not fair, Steven.
Mom’s standing by the open dishwasher door, a sparkling casserole dish in her hand. You know DJ wasn’t on his own. Your grandfather took him for a treat.
It was almost like being on his own.
I say it bitterly, though secretly I’m disappointed that I haven’t been taken anywhere yet. If anything had gone wrong, what could Grandfather have done? He’s old.
I turn and storm off to my room. Mom calls my name, but I ignore her. I try to slam my door dramatically, but the effect is spoiled by the pile of T-shirts and jeans spilling out into the hallway. I kick them out of the way, push the door shut and collapse onto my bed. Before I even have a chance to feel sorry for myself, the door opens and my annoying twin brother, DJ, pokes his head inside. You and Mom having a fight?
he asks.
Noooo,
I say.
It’s about that dumb concert you and that nerdy kid Sam want to go to, isn’t it?
Sam’s not nerdy just because he’s into Warhammer.
So it’s not nerdy to spend your life on your own, painting monsters and then sitting around a big table with other nerds playing with them?
I want to defend my friend, but when DJ describes Sam’s hobby that way, it does sound nerdy. I change the topic. Foo Fighters are cool. Just because you’re into dead guys like Elvis and old wrinkly dudes like the Stones doesn’t mean that everybody else is dumb.
I emphasize this point by hurling a pair of balled-up socks at DJ.
He ducks out the door but a moment later his head reappears. Elvis is the King,
he says and closes the door before I can find something else to throw at him.
I drag out my phone and call Sam. He answers right way. Any luck?
I ask.
Nah,
Sam says. Mom says I’m too young to go on my own.
Same here,
I say.
I even suggested that Dad come with us so we wouldn’t be on our own, but he said he would rather have his teeth pulled out without anesthetic.
That sucks.
Yeah. Still, maybe there’ll be a big game night on the same day, so I’ll go to that instead. You should take up gaming, Steve. Warhammer’s sooo cool.
I’ll think about it, Sam. Talk to you soon.
I hang up and sit thinking. I’m annoyed at not being allowed to go to the Foo Fighters concert, but I knew it was a long shot. What’s really bothering me is DJ.
At spring break, Grandfather took him to Central America for a holiday. It isn’t that I want to hang out for a week with my grandfather. Sure, he did some cool stuff when he was young, but he’s an old guy now, and I can’t see him and me wanting to do the same thing on holiday. It’s DJ who bugs me. He’s been unbearable in the months since he came back, saying what a wonderful time he had but refusing to give me any details. He won’t even tell me what country he went to, saying that I’d just blabber about it to Mom, and he doesn’t want her worrying about the cool stuff he did—like he discovered pirate treasure or something. Still, he did go somewhere, and anywhere in Central America has to have been better than what I’m doing, which is hanging out all summer in Toronto, with only my paper route and Sam for excitement.
When Grandfather took DJ, he said my turn would come because he planned to take all six of his grandsons on a special trip when we were around twelve or thirteen. It’s almost time to go back to school, and he hasn’t said another word about it. I drag over my laptop and pull up a Foo Fighters video on YouTube. At least it’ll distract me from thinking that I might have to spend the night of the concert gaming with Sam and his nerdy buddies.
TWO
When the doorbell rings, I don’t get up to answer it. I know it’s Grandfather showing up for lunch, and Mom will get to the door first