
I love the smell of victory in the morning! Nothing makes me feel as accomplished as solving a mystery, even if it is just one of many!
So there are still some unanswered questions, ‘tis true. BlueRoseGrey got us wondering why Heidi’s mom was hysterical when Callie confronted her. Could it be that the Braggs always knew what their daughter had done, like _Sakura_ suggested? Was Chief Bragg actually one of the first responders to the scene of Bea’s original accident as invisible speculated? If SarahB is right and money and power corrupt absolutely as the saying goes, then no one in Orion is more absolutely corrupt than the Braggs. And, like ♥MLE♥ and tiffany923 think, what if the Braggs have something to do with Callie’s mom? (a question that preys on me in the darkest hour of the night, but I try not to dwell on that for Callie’s sake).
Still, we’re loathe to point a finger without real evidence, and it’s impossible to know someone’s true motivations unless you’re a psychic or something.
Thinking about psychics started making my brain tingle in that way that means I’m forgetting something. Why would the idea of a psychic ring a bell? And then, like a lightning bolt, it struck me: Madame Zee!
Remember when Madame Zee told Hal I was supposed to visit the antique bookstore for a “rare treat,” but he forgot to tell me about it? Mind like a steel trap, that one. Remind me again why we have instant communication technology? But instead of digging up a dead horse just so I could beat it, I decided to just go check out the bookstore. Better late than never, right?
So I went. I wandered up and down the aisles, running my fingers along all the book spines, feeling like a particularly ineffectual Thelma in an episode of Scooby Doo. It’s not like I thought I’d press the right book and reveal a secret passageway or anything, but still… I had absolutely no idea what I was looking for or what I was doing there. I thought it would become clear to me, but nothing was happening. Eventually the old lady who runs the bookshop noticed me loitering and came over to ask me if I needed any help.
“Well, not exactly,” I said. I was suddenly really glad I didn’t have a huge backpack with me. Not that used books are hot items on the black market, but I was already feeling really conspicuous. “A…friend told me to come by here, but I’m not exactly why.”
She smiled and nodded and walked behind the counter where she unlocked a glass bookcase. She looked over the books carefully and eventually chose one with a purple slip peeking out of the pages. “You’re not…” She squinted down at the purple paper before looking back up. “… Nia Rivera, are you?”
I couldn’t have been any more surprised if the old lady had busted into an Adam Lambert song. “Um, yes, actually,” I stammered.
She smiled and patted the book. “I thought you were going to stop by for this a while ago. A nice young lady asked me to hold it for you.” She set the book down on the counter.
It was a rare copy of The Wizard of Oz. My heart jumped into my throat. This was actually even weirder than Adam Lambert.
Carefully, I opened the front cover. In a faded, elegant scrawl was the inscription: “For Meg. Have heart, and take courage. Everything you seek has been with you from the beginning.”
Obviously, this is from Amanda. The moment I touched that book I knew there was something I was supposed to do, but I have no idea what.
