The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0630

Julian, Nicholas, Tiffany, Veronica, and I piled into a pair of inconspicuous looking cars and drove to small town. It took around 45 minutes, during which, Tiffany sat amazed at the many dials and knobs that made up the center console of this older-model sedan.

"No touchscreen," she said for the fourth time. She couldn't seem to believe it.

Nicholas followed Julian into the village and parked on main street, where a few shops and restaurants took up residence in a stretch of older brick buildings. There was a park at the end of the road, with a graveyard off to the side of it behind a tall gate.

After we had parked and reconvened on the sidewalk, Julian said, "We should split up so we don't seem so conspicuous, Nicholas, you and Piper head south. Veronica -*

"I will investigate the cemetery," Veronica said.

Julian considered this, then nodded. "Tiffany and I will go north."

We each were equipped with the most recent photo of the older couple that we could find. Then we parted ways.

Nicholas and I went into the grocery store first. After all, the couple would need their groceries. However, most of the employees there were too young to remember the couple. Disappointed but not deterred, we left that store and tried another.

We went to a barber shop, a pharmacy, a gas station, and finally a local shop with cards and knick-knacks. The woman at the counter at the knick-knack shop was older than most of the other people we had encountered.

Still, even in a small town, there was no certainty everyone would know everyone else.

Yet when I showed her the photo of the couple, her whole body went rigid. "They're long dead now. Whatever they did, you won't get the truth from them."

Hope soared in my heart. "You knew them? All we are looking for is information."

"I don't know what to tell you, sweetie," she said. Her nametag read Mary. "They moved into town suddenly, appearing in a house that had sat empty for years seemingly overnight. But they kept to themselves."

"You didn't speak with them?" I asked.

"Not any more than "hey, how are you.' Well... except for this one time..." Mary tapped her finger to her chin. "What happened?" Nicholas prompted.

were trustworthy. She must have decided, because she leaned forward at once and eagerly began telling the

would come in from time to time, pick up a card or two, or buy a newspaper. The husband, I saw him more

think

know much about how things worked. I was happy to help. He was trying to track down a pair of twins. They were in foster care, he said, but he didn't know where. He didn't even know their names. It was

know? That grief-guilt look. I figured the twins were grandchildren, but when

then. This was very important news! If the lost princesses

the border, we should be able to narrow down the places they would have had a chance to

some babies.

of work to do. But it was better than

said. "What happened to it..." She scratched her head. "He gave it to me and asked me

you still have the photo?"

I really never get rid of anything." Mary

mind looking for it?" Nicholas asked. "It could be incredibly beneficial to

eyes at him. "Your... search? Just what are you

"We're trying to find those

these years? They are surely out of

is the best lead we have," Nicholas

a back room. We could hear her shuffling around in there, searching through stacks of

then," Nicholas said, while Mary

nodded, having come to the same conclusion. "A picture would help. I hoped. Truthfully, all babies tended to look

back out to the front of the store waving a photo in her hands. She handed

were a pair of babies

looked at it for a

Mary, we walked toward the cemetery, which had been our agreed upon meeting place. Veronica was standing

Tiffany arrived at the same time

said, "was how quiet they

"But Mary at the card shop