I angrily shove the phone in my pocket and get into my car. Signs? I'll find them. I drive, thinking. Where would they be? I figure he started at the beginning, so I trace my steps. Where was I at the time of the first murder? Then it hit me, the library. I take a left turn and drive myself to the county library. I jump out and lock my car. I swing open the doors and ignore the librarian who greets me. I dash down to the section of the book I used that day.

     "Aristotle...." I find my self chanting as I look for his biography. I see a man holding it, I don't look at who it is, I just rip it out of his hands.
       "Hey! I was reading that!" He spits. I flip through the pages before I noticed pink highlighter. Chapter three, Family Life, is the only highlighted chapter. I grab a pen off the ground and write the words on my arm. Half way through, I'm interrupted.
      "I didn't know you were that interested in Aristotle, Ms. Rose." The man whom I stole the book from says.
      "Uh, hi, Mr. Atkins. I just left something in it..." I lie. I can feel the nerves in my stomach. There's a high chance Avery is pregnant with his baby and I can't tell him. This was already awkward.
"I see. You enjoy that Ms. Rose. I'll choose another one for today," He says before leaving. I finish copying the words on my arm before I realize it's makes no sense.

Presence
Unwilling
The
Never
Astronomy
Masculine

I stare at it for a minute before trying to rearrange the words. The Presence (of) Astronomy (is) Unwilling(ly) Masculine? What? Astronomy (is) never unwilling (in) the presence (of) masculinity? I glance at it once more before I see it, P.U.T.N.A.M. What on Earth is that? It seemed legit to I googled it. The results were narrow, the Putnam Museum in Harper. Harper was only an hour from Essie. I drop the biography and run out of the library as fast as I entered. I call my father.

"I can't find mom. I'm heading to Harper, I think she's there. I won't be home tonight....Yes, I have my credit card. Yes, I'll text you when I get there. Yes, I do. Love you... Bye..." I say between my father's responses. Next, I dial Avery.

"Hey, Avery. How do you feel about a road trip to Harper? No idea, as far as I know there's only a museum. I'll explain later. I might be bringing Alex and Cody. Yes, I'll be there at 5." I say, this time between Avery's responses. I hit Alex's contact.

"Alex? How do you feel about a spur of the moment road trip to Harper?" I ask.
"What's in Harper? I've never heard of it." He answers.
"A museum?" I answer.
"I just googled it, why are you driving an hour for a museum?" He asks.
"Just trust me? I'll explain later. Can you come? Avery and maybe Cody are coming." I ask.
"Yes, I'll come. Who's Cody?" He asks.
"My brother, I'll be at your house by 5:30. Pack a bag, we aren't coming home tonight. Maybe longer." I say.
"Your scaring me..." he mutters.
"Bye!" I say. I hang up and call Cody. He agrees, reluctantly. He's always had a crush on Avery. She hasn't figured it out, at least not that I'm aware of. That was probably his deciding factor.

I pick up Avery first, she has a pink Victoria's Secret tote bag stuffed full. She explains how prepped she is. Next, I drive to Alex's dorm. He walks out with a backpack. Not nearly as much as Avery brought, but he'll last. I drive to pick up Cody who has a small, under stuffed string bag. It was probably free. He explains how it's enough. Men, I swear.

     I drive to the Museum. It closes at eight, so we have two hours to find what we need. The murderer couldn't have made it any more obvious, there was a huge foldable sign in the entrance hall:

New Exhibit! Serial Killers and Murder! Find an attendant to purchase tickets for this bonus exhibit!

Open from: October 31st to November 31st.

      October 31st, the day of the second murder. Fun. Today is the 18th of November. I walk up the counter and purchase four tickets to the bonus exhibit. With our tickets we entered the exhibit. In front of us is a group of Girl Scouts. They must be 12 or 13. I see the tall dark haired girl laughing at a photo. I find the photo, it's not something to be laughed at. It was a dead man, shot. I have to close my eyes, the dead man we found in the park flashes back to me. I can see Alex's pain too. We keep walking until we see the Girl Scouts stopped. Half of them laughing, the half gasping. Once they leave, I see the letter.

Hello, Friends.

     I see you've made it this far. Not bad, but not great. I bet you have a bunch of questions. You can each text me two, because you found for this letter. They cannot be related to my appearance/who I am or to my future plans. Good luck!

"That's for us..." I mutter. Alex pulls out his phone. I look over his should as he types his first question: Why us? The answer comes immediately.