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to a Terry in the other yearbooks.
“It’s a two-year window. We’ve got three guys named Terry. It’s a place to start.” Jack stood up and put the other yearbooks back on the shelf but held onto the ones he’d flagged. “We walked by a photocopier. I want to copy the pictures.”
Replacement followed him back down the corridor to the machine. It wasn’t the best quality, but after a couple minutes, he had his copies. Jack began to close the lid but stopped and sighed.
“Jack? What’s wrong?” Replacement asked.
“A world I didn’t know existed two days ago is making me crazy,” is what Jack wanted to say, but instead he replied, “I think I should photocopy the whole book. There might be something in here.”
“Can you check them out?”
“No. They’re reference books. Don’t sweat it. I gotta get out of here anyway. I need a break.”
Replacement nodded and took the two yearbooks from Jack and ran back down the aisle.
Three names. How can I run checks on them from here? I don’t think I can connect to any of the police systems with Replacement’s phone.
Jack kept his eyes closed as he pondered what course to take.
I can call Cindy and have her run a check. I doubt they had computers in the Revolutionary War, so the inn won’t have one. They have one here, but—
When Replacement touched his arm, he jumped.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“Let’s go. Are you hungry?” Jack asked.
“Starving.” Replacement hugged her stomach.
“You just ate that humongous breakfast. How can you be starving?”
“It’s almost three o’clock.” She held up her hand. “But I don’t have to get something—”
“No, I didn’t think it was so late. I’m sorry. Come on.”
As they walked past the main desk, Mae was nowhere in sight. Jack thought of calling out but quickly dismissed the idea. “We’ll be back. We can thank her then,” he whispered.
Jack walked out into the cool air, stopped, and breathed deeply twice. Replacement grabbed him by the arm in order to drag him back to the car.
“I’m driving.” She pulled the keys from his pocket and darted around to the driver’s side. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks,” Jack muttered sarcastically, but he didn’t protest her driving.
I feel like hell.
He closed the door and looked at Replacement, who squirmed in the driver’s seat. Perplexed, he stared, thinking she must be trying to take her jacket off as she struggled with something behind her. She leaned forward; then, with a triumphant grin, she pulled two yearbooks from inside the back of her sweater.
“You stole the yearbooks?” Jack’s mouth fell open.
“I didn’t exactly steal them. You said there might be something that you need in them.”
“There might be, but you took them.”
“I did take them, but I didn’t steal them because I’m going to return them.”
Jack was about to argue but closed his mouth.
“Fine.” Jack leaned against the window.
Replacement broke into a huge smile. “I’m glad you agree. Where do you want to eat?”
Death Sucks
They pulled up outside Bartlet’s Family Restaurant. It was a large log cabin with a wide wraparound porch. Jack stretched as he opened the car door. He couldn’t get over how warm the winter had been. A jacket was still needed, but for the beginning of February, it was a heat wave.
Quite a few cars were parked outside, so Jack hoped the food would be good. Replacement zipped up the wide, short steps and held the door open for him. The entrance to the restaurant was a spacious front room that doubled as a gift shop. Everything was either on a yellow pine shelf or in a yellow pine barrel. They had many plastic toys for kids, crafts, shirts, and caps that lined the walls.
Jack turned around to look for Replacement, but she was nowhere to be seen. He walked back and found her examining a pink T-shirt with HOPE FALLS written in the middle of a large red heart. He grabbed her by the arm and headed for the
“It’s a two-year window. We’ve got three guys named Terry. It’s a place to start.” Jack stood up and put the other yearbooks back on the shelf but held onto the ones he’d flagged. “We walked by a photocopier. I want to copy the pictures.”
Replacement followed him back down the corridor to the machine. It wasn’t the best quality, but after a couple minutes, he had his copies. Jack began to close the lid but stopped and sighed.
“Jack? What’s wrong?” Replacement asked.
“A world I didn’t know existed two days ago is making me crazy,” is what Jack wanted to say, but instead he replied, “I think I should photocopy the whole book. There might be something in here.”
“Can you check them out?”
“No. They’re reference books. Don’t sweat it. I gotta get out of here anyway. I need a break.”
Replacement nodded and took the two yearbooks from Jack and ran back down the aisle.
Three names. How can I run checks on them from here? I don’t think I can connect to any of the police systems with Replacement’s phone.
Jack kept his eyes closed as he pondered what course to take.
I can call Cindy and have her run a check. I doubt they had computers in the Revolutionary War, so the inn won’t have one. They have one here, but—
When Replacement touched his arm, he jumped.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“Let’s go. Are you hungry?” Jack asked.
“Starving.” Replacement hugged her stomach.
“You just ate that humongous breakfast. How can you be starving?”
“It’s almost three o’clock.” She held up her hand. “But I don’t have to get something—”
“No, I didn’t think it was so late. I’m sorry. Come on.”
As they walked past the main desk, Mae was nowhere in sight. Jack thought of calling out but quickly dismissed the idea. “We’ll be back. We can thank her then,” he whispered.
Jack walked out into the cool air, stopped, and breathed deeply twice. Replacement grabbed him by the arm in order to drag him back to the car.
“I’m driving.” She pulled the keys from his pocket and darted around to the driver’s side. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks,” Jack muttered sarcastically, but he didn’t protest her driving.
I feel like hell.
He closed the door and looked at Replacement, who squirmed in the driver’s seat. Perplexed, he stared, thinking she must be trying to take her jacket off as she struggled with something behind her. She leaned forward; then, with a triumphant grin, she pulled two yearbooks from inside the back of her sweater.
“You stole the yearbooks?” Jack’s mouth fell open.
“I didn’t exactly steal them. You said there might be something that you need in them.”
“There might be, but you took them.”
“I did take them, but I didn’t steal them because I’m going to return them.”
Jack was about to argue but closed his mouth.
“Fine.” Jack leaned against the window.
Replacement broke into a huge smile. “I’m glad you agree. Where do you want to eat?”
Death Sucks
They pulled up outside Bartlet’s Family Restaurant. It was a large log cabin with a wide wraparound porch. Jack stretched as he opened the car door. He couldn’t get over how warm the winter had been. A jacket was still needed, but for the beginning of February, it was a heat wave.
Quite a few cars were parked outside, so Jack hoped the food would be good. Replacement zipped up the wide, short steps and held the door open for him. The entrance to the restaurant was a spacious front room that doubled as a gift shop. Everything was either on a yellow pine shelf or in a yellow pine barrel. They had many plastic toys for kids, crafts, shirts, and caps that lined the walls.
Jack turned around to look for Replacement, but she was nowhere to be seen. He walked back and found her examining a pink T-shirt with HOPE FALLS written in the middle of a large red heart. He grabbed her by the arm and headed for the
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