Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the Secret of the Grande Chateau
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I’m the author of this book and many other ones that you might not have heard of. This book is about two idiot wannabe detective-types. Their names are J.J. and Valentine Watts, but I’m not sure if they’re actually brothers or not.
They make a friend; her name is Trudi de la Rosa. She’s a wannabe detective-type too, but honestly, she’s less of an idiot than the brothers.
The three of them team up to solve a mystery that takes place in a snowy chateau up in the mountains. It gets more complicated around chapter 11, but now you’ve got the main gist of it. The story’s full of intrigue and adventure and puzzles and light violence and some swear words. It’s really entertaining.
Just buy the book and start reading. You’ll understand everything about the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club very soon.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I didn't quite know what to expect, but this book was quality dumb fun with enough interspersed cleverness and feels trips to catch me off guard in a lot of cool ways. There were some minor editing issues, but that's really the only knock I've got. There are also some charmingly brazen and intentionally weird and schlocky choices that make me want to be braver with whatever art I art next.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I very unironically love this book. Harkening back to Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, this is a quirky mystery with an even quirkier if not tropey cast. It's a fun little adventure and I'm very excited for the next one.
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Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the Secret of the Grande Chateau - Dr. Cecil H.H. Mills
A PERMUTED PRESS BOOK
Ghost Hunters Adventure Club and the Secret of the Grande Chateau
© 2020 by Game Grumps
All Rights Reserved
ISBN: 978-1-68261-892-9
ISBN (eBook): 978-1-68261-893-6
Cover illustration by Paul Mann
Cover typography by Cody Corcoran
Back cover photo by Tucker Prescott
Illustrations by Rachel L. Allen
Interior design and composition, Greg Johnson, Textbook Perfect
This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.
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Contents
Introduction
Act One
Chapter 1: An Explosive Beginning
Chapter 2: Deputy Park, Harborville Sheriff's Department
Chapter 3: The Bookcase
Chapter 4: Breakfast
Chapter 5: The New Recruit
Chapter 6: The Pitch
Chapter 7: Exploration #2
Chapter 8: A Hypothesis
Chapter 9: The Parlor Accusation Scene
Chapter 10: Interlude
Act Two
Chapter 11: A New Plan
Chapter 12: The Ballroom Puzzle
Chapter 13: Sincerely Apologizing to Someone
Chapter 14: Man Down
Chapter 15: Fight Scene
Chapter 16: The Chapter Where You Find Out Who Did It
Chapter 17: A Reminder That Sometimes the Media Lies to You and I've Elected to Teach You This Life Lesson Because This Is the Actual Chapter Where You Find Out Who Did It
Chapter 18: The Labyrinth
Chapter 19: John Henry Grace's Fortune
Chapter 20: Snowplow Cometh
Chapter 21: Epilogue
End Notes
Introduction
People seem to place a lot of importance on first sentences in books, so I’ll put this right here and we can avoid that altogether.
Hello, dear reader, it’s your old friend, Dr. Cecil H.H. Mills: celebrated wordsmith and oftentimes controversial figurehead in the literary world. You’re no doubt browsing through this novel in the Young Adult section of your bookstore, so you may not have heard of my work before. You see, I’m used to having my books placed in the Adult Fiction section. While I may not have done much—or any—research on what exactly constitutes a Young Adult
reader, I assume that since my old books were placed above a normal human adult’s shoulder height, they must have been unreachable to you. Which is fine.
My adult books are very good books, okay? So good that I was inevitably unrestricted by form or marketability. I received carte blanche to let fire flow from my fingers and beauty seep from my pores. It was glorious, the work I could do in my thousand-page tomes. The page was my medium and truth was my ink.
Then some things happened that I don’t really want to talk about, and gambling debts being what they are, I found myself taking whatever work the publishers would buy from me. So here I am! Writing a mystery book for adolescent readers! And not a nuanced examination of humanity’s descent into the comforting, venomous clutches of technology as the myth of the American dream fades away. I didn’t even want to write that anyway. No siree!
Okay, kid, go take this book up to the cashier and buy it so that we can get started.
I’ll wait.
Are we good? Did you pay for this? Great.
Now, before we begin the story of the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club, I think it’s important that something be said about the Watts brothers, the co-founders of said club. Not about their past, mind you, which remains relatively unimportant and partially expunged from police records thanks to their both recently turning eighteen. I wish instead to talk about them now, in the present, in the hopes that it might give you a hint as to why they do what they do. Perhaps the best way to achieve that is to paint a portrait of them in a specific moment at a specific time:
Currently J.J. and Valentine Watts are puttering up a frigid mountain road as fast as their decades-old motorcycle beneath them will allow. J.J., the eldest by a short amount of time, is at the handlebars and is just barely keeping them from careening into a snowbank. He has a scar across the bridge of his nose. He doesn’t like to talk about how he got it.
Valentine, glasses fogged, clings for dear life behind him while he tracks the minute-by-minute loss of feeling in his fingers. He had full use of them once. For most of his life, actually. Riding up a winding road into increasingly inclement conditions is an abstract, rough existence that is a statistical outlier to his usual, more terrestrial rough existence.
(The motorcycle will be ignored after the first couple minutes of the story; however, it’s worth knowing that it was received as remuneration following a game of dice and a short fist fight.)
Valentine shouts something that J.J. either can’t hear or chooses not to. Probably something about his fingers. Neither are equipped for a ride up to higher altitude, wearing matching sweaters for a reason that will be deduced later by someone smarter than them.
They’re almost to where they are going.
Now I’ll stop here as I feel that I might be outstaying my welcome, dear reader. That’s probably a good primer on these brothers, which, and I can’t believe I almost forgot to say this, but it’s a little dubious as to whether or not they’re actually brothers in the first place. But that will be definitively figured out some other time.
That all being said, it’s time to begin the tale of the Watts boys and their crime solving organization, the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club. Now allow your humble narrator to see if he can shut his trap for a minute, switch elegantly to past tense, and let the brothers do the talking.
Act One
CHAPTER 1
An Explosive Beginning
J.J. and Valentine Watts dismounted their motorcycle. Remembering that they had traded the kickstand for gas at the base of the mountain, J.J. laid it gingerly on the snowy pavement near a row of sportscars that might have been driven up in better weather. Before them stood the Grande Chateau, a snowy escape overlooking the cascading mountains a short drive away from Harborville, the boys’ hometown. A warm glow was emanating from its windows. Valentine immediately tucked his hands into the armpits of his powder-blue sweater. Perhaps he’d keep his fingers after all.
Hmm,
said Valentine.
What is it?
asked J.J., shaking the frost off of his red sweater.
Well, for a place called the Grande Chateau, don’t you think it’s kind of…regular-sized?
C’mon, we’ll be late,
said J.J. If someone pays us to solve the Mystery of the Regular-Sized Chateau then we’ll go and solve the Mystery of the Regular-Sized Chateau.
Do you think this guy’s serious about the ghosts?
asked Valentine.
Does it make a difference?
To me, yeah.
J.J. warmed up his hands by rubbing them and cupping them over his mouth. He slung his leather satchel around his shoulder. He’s serious enough to pay us, and that’s all that matters to me.
Valentine looked up at the sky, noting the approach of dark and billowing clouds.
Looks ominous,
he said.
They did their secret handshake and walked toward the chateau.
* * *
After snaking their way through some bellhops and luggage carriers, the two entered the relative warmth of the Grande Chateau’s lobby. Inside they found a wide, regal reception room decorated wall to wall with mounted game animal heads, hunting knickknacks, and comfy couches. There was a painting there at the far end of the room—a gargantuan one of a man cradling an ornate hunting rifle, a bested black bear lying lifeless at his feet. Chateau patrons milled around, some lounging and some returning from their ski trips down the mountain. It was barely noon and the bartender was already handing out complimentary glasses of wine as she laughed with the hotel patrons. She had short red hair and an apparently affable demeanor, as far as either of them could tell from this far away.
The boys paused for a moment to stop shivering, then located the front desk and stood patiently behind an older man with a ponytail and sunglasses wearing nothing but a bath towel.
Listen,
said the man to the clerk, I’m not happy that I’m currently in a hotel lobby in a towel, and that up until a few seconds ago I didn’t even have the towel, but sometimes a man takes his breakfast tray out of his bedroom without thinking too far into the future and sometimes he forgets to bring his hotel key.
The clerk had her nose buried in a novel. Appearing close in age to the brothers and wearing a pair of glasses that could make Valentine jealous, she gave nods and mhms
at regular intervals to create the illusion of sympathy.
If I could just get a new—
Without looking up, the woman handed the man a new key. He marched off in a huff, snagging a glass of complimentary wine for the trip upstairs.
J.J. sidled up to the counter and produced a business card. This was his time to shine. How do you do,
he said. My name is J.J. Watts, and the less-handsome gentleman behind me is my brother and close confidant, Valentine Watts. Together we make up the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club, Harborville’s foremost crime-fighting and mystery-solving duo.
J.J. paused for a reaction. The young woman gave him and Valentine a cursory glance before returning to her book. He retracted the business card, peering over the desk to better see the woman engrossed in her novel.
He coughed politely, trying to get her attention. What, um…what are you reading?
No, you’re not,
replied the young woman.
Excuse me?
Brothers. You’re not brothers.
Taken aback, J.J. furrowed his brow. Now wait a minute…
Look,
said the woman, closing her book and adjusting her glasses. You have black hair and brown eyes and your ‘brother’ has blonde hair and blue eyes. It’s rare, but not impossible. Then I noticed that you have detached earlobes while your ‘brother’ doesn’t. Another genetic dissimilarity. If you wanna play the Punnett square game to even the odds, I could see if either of you can roll your tongue.
Hey, hey, slow down,
said J.J. There’s plenty of different ways we could be brothers. We might be adopted siblings for all you know.
Right, see, that was what I was looking for. Instead of maintaining that you were brothers, you brought up more hypotheticals. You’ve been thinking about what someone would say if they accused you of not being brothers.
She leaned forward, a curt smile appearing on her lips. That, combined with the matching sweaters, which, I’ll add, your friend forgot to take the price tag off of…
Valentine ripped off the tag dangling from his wrist and stuck it in his back pocket, embarrassed.
…leads me to deduce that you’re not actually brothers, and you’re probably just doing this for the bit. Or the brand. Seems like you guys are trying to make money.
J.J. stood there in shocked silence.
"And the book is Bones of Desire by Wallace P. Gross, said the woman as she leaned back and began reading again.
Real page turner of a sleuth story."
J.J.’s senses returned to him and he pointed a finger at the woman. Now listen here you little—
Whoa! Let me apologize for my dear brother,
said Valentine, jumping between the two. He was raised by wild animals and failed out of finishing school because he started a fight club. Did you say you were reading Wallace P. Gross?
Mhmm.
He’s who we’re here to see.
Oh yeah?
said the woman. He writes out of the chateau. His stuff’s pretty good too, if a little on the nose.
J.J. folded his arms and scoffed. "I’m sure he’s a fine author, but he’s no Dr. Cecil H.H. Mills. Now there’s a letter pusher."¹
Gentlemen,
said a voice from behind them.
The brothers turned around to see an older woman in a sharp business suit and a sour look. Her lapel was embroidered with the logo of the establishment. She extended her manicured hand in greeting.
Madame Fournier, hotelier of the Grande Chateau, at your service.
It’s sort of regular-sized, isn’t it?
remarked Valentine.
Hmm?
J.J. accepted the woman’s hand. Please excuse my brother’s manners, ma’am. He was a transitory circus performer during his formative years.
J.J. re-produced the business card. J.J. Watts, the better half of the Watts Brothers and lead investigator of the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club. Charmed to make your acquaintance.
I’m glad you two were able to make it in before the blizzard struck,
she said, accepting and regarding the card with a manner that seemed to give them more credit than they deserved. If you were out there for another couple minutes you surely would have frozen to death.
Danger is a core tenet of the Ghost Hunters Adventure Club lifestyle,
said J.J.
As is neglecting to check the weather report before making a long distance trip,
added Valentine.
Now pardon my manners,
said Madame Fournier, but I couldn’t help but overhear you were looking for a Mr. Wallace P. Gross.
Yes,
said Valentine. He asked us to come up here to discuss business.
Very well then. Let me show you to his study.
Madame Fournier led the boys up the grand staircase at the end of the lobby and down a long hallway. J.J. tried to sneak in one last hateful glare to the young woman at the front desk, but her nose was still buried in her book.
Mr. Gross has been a guest of ours for a long while,
Madame Fournier told them. He always comes up to the chateau to work on his mystery novels, which you might know have garnered him worldwide acclaim.
He always comes up here?
asked J.J.
Yes, he’s a bit of a superstitious type. He wrote his first novel here decades ago and refuses to work anywhere else. He’s been at the latest manuscript for the past three years.
The hotelier stopped at a large set of wooden doors and turned to the boys. I must warn you, however, that Mr. Gross has gotten on in his years and has become a little…eccentric.
How so?
asked Valentine.
Well, to start, he just called up two ghost hunters to meet him at a hotel in the mountains.
"Ghost hunters and super sleuths, J.J. cut in.
We’ll do landscaping, too, if there’s a paycheck in it."
Right. Well, just be warned.
The double doors swung open with an audible squeak and in the center of the room was an old man with frazzled gray hair that stood on end. He stood there, looking distinguished with a tweed vest and knotted bowtie.
The Ghost Hunters Adventure Club!
he exclaimed. Please, please, come in.
Madame Fournier took her leave as J.J. and Valentine entered the study, their senses flooding with the smell of rolled tobacco and old hardcovers. The room was lined with bookshelves and enormous, arched windows overlooking the snowscape outside.
Wallace P. Gross walked a circle around the room, gesticulating with an artistic flourish. J.J. and Valentine Watts. Harborville’s finest brother detectives and private investigators! No job too small or too great.
You’ve read our website, I see,
said J.J.
"I have. You two are the brightest minds that Harborville has to offer, yes?"