Scenes from 'Missing in Paradise'

In the book Nate and Simon search for lost treasure. These are a few scenes from the story...
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We read the rest of the article together. The missing plane, a Bellanca Aircruiser, had been the largest plane in a fleet belonging to Northern Airways. On the way to Winnipeg from The Pas, a mining town in northern Manitoba, the plane and its shipment of gold coins disappeared. (p.96)

We read the rest of the article together. The missing plane, a Bellanca Aircruiser, had been the largest plane in a fleet belonging to Northern Airways. On the way to Winnipeg from The Pas, a mining town in northern Manitoba, the plane and its shipment of gold coins disappeared. (p.96)

I pulled out a brown leather briefcase with two handles. Tiny scratches etched the worn surface, and a deep gash ran across the front flap like a scar along a prize-fighter's arm. (p. 3)

I pulled out a brown leather briefcase with two handles. Tiny scratches etched the worn surface, and a deep gash ran across the front flap like a scar along a prize-fighter's arm.

The box, covered in layers of masking tape, looked ordinary, sturdy and about the size of a small microwave oven. (p. 2)

The box, covered in layers of masking tape, looked ordinary, sturdy and about the size of a small microwave oven.

"You been here lately?" I asked Simon. "Nope. Not since that last time." I expected as much.  We had an unspoken agreement. The tree house was joint property. Neither one of us entered it without the other. (p.17)

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On the way back to Gram's, I stopped by the garage in her backyard.  Gramps' old brown Buick stood in front of it, dust-covered from months of sitting idle. (p. 21)

On the way back to Gram's, I stopped by the garage in her backyard. Gramps' old brown Buick stood in front of it, dust-covered from months of sitting idle.

I unfolded the letter, typed on official Bank of Montreal stationery. Dear Mr. Wheeler, In response to your query about Shipment #35, which disappeared somewhere north of the Paradise region of Manitoba, please be informed that the gold coins have never been recovered. (p. 27)

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An image flickered into mind. Gramps' map. I remembered another dot just below Paradise, not far away along the same highway.  The town of Minnedosa. (p. 33)

An image flickered into mind. I remembered another dot just below Paradise, not far away along the same highway. The town of Minnedosa.

I hauled a puck-shaped object out of my pocket and rubbed my thumb over the tarnished brass shell. "Looks like an old compass."  (p. 46)

I hauled a puck-shaped object out of my pocket and rubbed my thumb over the tarnished brass shell. "Looks like an old compass.

Frenzied activity took up the next forty-five minutes.  Dashing to the corner to catch the transit bus. Transferring to another.  Arriving at the Greyhound terminal. Racing to the ticket counter with just minutes to spare... (p. 57)

Frenzied activity took up the next forty-five minutes. Dashing to the corner to catch the transit bus. Transferring to another. Arriving at the Greyhound terminal. Racing to the ticket counter with just minutes to spare.

The security guard eyed my backpack and waved me on, but when he spotted Simon's giant one, he put up his hand. "Hold it, kid. Way too big. It's gotta go in the baggage compartment below." (p. 57)

The security guard eyed my backpack and waved me on, but when he spotted Simon's giant one, he put up his hand. "Hold it, kid. Way too big. It's gotta go in the baggage compartment below.

Gradually, the scenery changed. Bald prairie disappeared, replaced by slopes flanked with trees and scrub brush. The bus dipped around tight curves and climbed steep hills. Up, down, around.  The engine worked harder - like an athlete finally breaking into a sweat. p. 59)

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We wandered the main street - an awfully short trip.... Some buildings were empty, their windows boarded over. "Pretty pathetic town, isn't it?" Simon said. (p. 60)

We wandered the main street - an awfully short trip. Some buildings were empty, their windows boarded over. "Pretty pathetic town, isn't it?" Simon said.

My feet clipped ruts and hollows, rounded turns, dipped into long shadows and steered into sunny patches again.  Along one stretch, the road curved, veered across a bald patch of prairie and turned directly into the setting sun. I ran, wrapped in a brilliant haze, unable to see the road or my own feet. (p. 70)

My feet clipped ruts and hollows, rounded turns, dipped into long shadows and steered into sunny patches again. Along one stretch, the road curved, veered across a bald patch of prairie and turned directly into the setting sun. I ran, wrapped in a brilliant haze, unable to see the road or my own feet. (p. 70)

Not more than a hundred metres from the road, Simon's belt snagged on a large jagged rock, forcing us to stop....The rock looked oddly out of place - pebbly-looking, gnarled, and more man-made than natural. (p. 71)

Not more than a hundred metres from the road, Simon's belt snagged on a large jagged rock, forcing us to stop.The rock looked oddly out of place - pebbly-looking, gnarled, and more man-made than natural.

I spread the tarp over us like a blanket. The moon hung over the quiet forest like a lonely light bulb in the black sky. We were far from home in a makeshift shelter, in the thick of a strange forest. Alone. Just the two of us. (p. 73)

I spread the tarp over us like a blanket. The moon hung over the quiet forest like a lonely light bulb in the black sky. We were far from home in a makeshift shelter, in the thick of a strange forest.

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