
Callie and I took the only one of Amanda’s journal pages that I was able to hold back from Principal Singh that seemed very clear—the one of ticket window #7—and went where it pointed, to Orion Station where Luce saw an Amanda-like girl, possibly on her way to Paris. Or knowing Amanda, somewhere else entirely?
We thought it seemed worth checking out...especially since Kyle is suspended and Heidi is, well, Heidi.
At the train station, Callie and I talked to the man behind the ticket counter who absolutely claimed to remember Amanda when we described her, which is actually nearly impossible to do, since you never really know what she is going to look like on any given day!
“This was back a few months . . . She was buying a ticket to the airport. She had no luggage, though. That’s the first thing I noticed. Then I saw she had this magazine with sticky notes poking out all over. She asked to trade it for the copy of Fast & Faster Cars Magazine I was reading. I subscribe,” he said with pride.
“Anyhow, I asked her if she knew anything about fast or faster cars and she goes, ‘I know very little about cars of any speed. That’s why I want your copy.’ ”
He still had the magazine she had swapped him. It was a medical journal, with an extensive feature article about a high-level genetics research facility in France.
It seemed to have something to do with new advances in gene therapy but really, it was BY doctors and FOR doctors. Except Amanda had covered it in spidery microscopic handwriting that we could barely read, much less understand. And apparently she had left it with this guy for safe keeping? As we paged through it, a train schedule fell to the floor. Certain numbers were carefully circled, but in no particular order. It made no sense, but we asked the guy if we could have them both, and after some hemming & hawing (and then WE traded him a couple of new car magazines from the news stand, plus a Dr. Pepper), he parted with them. So now we have them.
But here is the thing, Amanda isn’t careless enough to leave such an obvious trail of clues unless she did it deliberately.
