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metal structure due to the icy rain that had fallen that day,” the article read. It went on to say that Robert was an only child, who lived with his mother in Phelps. “A quiet boy who kept to himself, Robert did well in school and loved photography.” Lena’s skin prickled as she skimmed the rest of the article. “We are very proud of ourRobbie,” his grandmother stated. “We will miss him very much.”
    â€œThe poor kid,” Abby breathed. “And look at this.” She pointed to the next article on the screen.
    PHELPS WATER TOWER: TREASURED LANDMARK OR UNNECESSARY HAZARD?
    Apparently, the people of Phelps had been arguing about the removal of the water tower long before the boy fell off of it. Some felt it was an important historical landmark of the area. Others maintained it was a safety hazard — an unsafe place where teenagers inevitably gathered. It was likely, the article said, that Robert Henson’s death would lead to the tower’s demolition.
    Everything was connected! The end of Robert was the end of the tower. Still nothing was explained — it was just all tied up.
    Lena looked back at the first headline, her eyes resting on the picture. The dark eyes were unmistakable, even without the scowl. And though Lena was glad to see that the boy wasn’t always miserable, seeing his smiling face made her realize just how miserable his ghost was.
    â€œRobbie Henson,” Lena said, aloud this time.
    â€œI feel like I’ve heard that name before,” Abby said. “Like, recently.”
    Lena drummed her fingers on the desktop. “Robbie Henson … Robbie Henson.” She closed her eyes and pictured the name spelled out in her head. For some reason the words appeared typed, but not like they were in the newspaper article. It was kind of an artsy font….
    Lena opened her eyes. “The photo contest!” she exclaimed. “He’s the guy who won the contest two years in a row!”
    She jumped to her feet and pulled on Abby’s arm. “Come on — we’ve got to get to the gallery.”

CHAPTER TEN
    Abby printed out the two articles, and the girls hurried out of the microfilm room.
    â€œThank you so much,” Lena said as they passed the information desk.
    The librarian checked his watch. “You ladies work fast,” he replied, setting his stack of books aside. He escorted them to the front door, and after a couple of clicks and turns, released them back into the September morning.
    â€œEnjoy your jam,” Abby said with a wave as Lena began to unlock the bikes.
    â€œI most definitely will.” He chuckled to himself and closed the door.
    â€œI think you’ve broken the ice with CaptainWhiskers,” Abby said as she grabbed the handlebars of her bike and wheeled it off the rack.
    â€œCome on, slowpoke!” Lena called from up ahead. She was out of breath from pumping so hard, but her body seemed to be on autopilot. They had to get to the gallery!
    â€œWhat did you put in your cereal, girl?” Abby panted as they raced up Main Street.
    â€œMilk!” Lena replied over her shoulder with a nervous laugh.
    The girls skidded to a halt in front of the Barloga Gallery and parked their bikes. Before Abby could even get the lock out of her bag, Lena was pulling open the door.
    â€œYou go ahead — I’ll lock up,” Abby offered sarcastically to her friend’s disappearing back.
    Inside it was quiet, so quiet that Lena was sure anyone in the gallery could have heard her thudding heart. But the place was empty — even the gallery owner was nowhere in sight.
    Abby caught up, out of breath, and the two hurried to the wall of photos at the back of the room.
    â€œRobbie Henson,” Lena confirmed, reading thelittle plaque below the photographs. She was right — it was the same boy!
    â€œInteresting kid,” a voice said from behind.
    Both girls jumped.
    Abby found her