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rings? There must be hundreds," she said in stark amazement.
    "Yes, wedding rings and normal rings. Gold, silver, diamonds, you name it. I told you your Grandpa had a knack of finding lost rings. And these were just the ones he was allowed to keep."
    "I didn't know it was that many. We could open a jewelry shop with all those."
    Mark nodded his head in agreement.
    "What about these?" she asked pointing to a selection of coins.
    "Different coins through the ages. Some Roman, some medieval. The small ones with the horses on are Celtic."
    Abby was in awe of her Grandpa's collection as she moved along the different display cases. "Where did all this come from?"
    "Here and there. The exact locations are all marked in the blue folders in the corner shelf."
    "Where does this go?" Abby asked pointing to another tunnel.
    "That leads to another smaller room where the safes are, and the little boys room is down there too."
    "Little boys room? You have a bathroom down here?"
    "Yep. It's just connected to the cottage's drainage pipes."
    "You did that too?"
    "Me and your Grandpa," Mark said with a sense of pride. "Wasn't that difficult because there was already sewage piping down here."
    "From who?"
    "These are wartime tunnels. This main room was a command center for naval operations along the south coast. They've been a secret ever since."
    "So who else knows about this?"
    "Well until a few weeks ago, just me and your Grandpa. Now, just you and me. They aren't even on the deeds for this place."
    "So how did you know about it, did Grandpa buy this lighthouse for the tunnels and secret room?"
    "No, he bought it with your Grandma because she loved lighthouses and he wanted to search for pirate treasure. He had been here for a few years until he invited me over for coffee. And then I found it."
    "How did you know it was here?"
    "I didn't."
    "So how did you find it?"
    "Because I'm a treasure hunter. I find things."
    Abby smiled. As she turned to look over her Grandpa's desk, something caught her eye on the middle shelf. Photos of her Grandpa and Grandma on vacations in England. There were photos of her Mom and Dad with Abby as a young girl with puppies from their dogs rescue center. Nestled in the middle was an urn. An exact copy of the one she had brought over. She placed her finger tips on the side of the urn and closed her eyes. "Is this, my... "
    "Yes," Mark answered immediately. "He loved having her watch over him and sharing his discoveries with her."
    "Mom was really angry when he took her away. She wanted her buried nearby so she could visit. It was her Mom, but Grandpa was stubborn. I guess he knew what he was doing, and always said this was their special place. I just assumed he laid her ashes to sea like he wanted for himself."
    "Your grandpa would always talk to her," Mark said. "Even when I was down here with him. He'd be chatting away and even asked her opinion on things. Her spirit was very much with him all the time."
    "Maybe I should put him next to her for now?"
    "I think he'd love that."
    "So would Grandma."
    Abby then spotted a model of a big bright blue Lamborghini on the next shelf. "That's not Grandpa's model is it?"
    "No that's mine I'm afraid. It's a... oh it doesn't matter."
    "An Aventador. Yes I know."
    "You know what an Aventador is?" Mark was stunned.
    "I might be a girl but I do know a Lamborghini Aventador when I see one. A dream of yours I presume?"
    Mark raised his eyebrows and nodded in silence. Abby scanned across the desk, seeing the computer with dual monitors.
    "Well that explains the broadband bill."
    She pulled out his chair to sit down and saw a familiar package sat neatly on the seat. Her Grandpa's writing was on the front and read 'For Mark, The Royal Treasure Hunter'. She picked it up and handed it to Mark. "Looks like you have a book too. You're not Royalty, are you?"
    "Royalty? No. No, not at all." Mark took the package and inspected it carefully.
    Sitting down in the chair and wheeling closer to