“Looks like we have our work cut out for us. Good thing we’re only looking at three summers’ worth,” Ellie announced.

After three hours of coming up with nothing, they decided to take a lunch break. As they were leaving the library, Luna got a flash. More like a hunch. She stepped up to the information counter where the librarian was sitting. “Excuse me. My friend and I are doing some research. Are you familiar with the Stillwell Art Center?”

“I am indeed.” She pulled off her reading glasses and let them hang from their chain. “It is so nice to have a place filled with so many talented artists.”

Luna motioned for Ellie to come over. “This is Ellie Stillwell, the force behind the art center.”

The librarian stood immediately. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Stillwell. You have done an absolutely marvelous job.”

“Thank you.” Ellie shook the woman’s hand.

Luna leaned in. “As I mentioned, we are doing some research, but it occurred to me that you might be able to lend a hand.”

“I would be delighted!” The woman could not have been more accommodating. “What do you need?”

“We’ve been looking through the newspaper archives to see if we can find any information about a fire that may have taken place between 1999 and 2001,” Luna informed the helpful librarian.

“There are always a number of them, especially in the summer.”

“I’m not talking about campfires or forest fires. A house fire perhaps? A business? A church? Something that would involve people.”

“Let me think. Twenty or so years ago, you say?”

“Yes. Someone might have gotten hurt. I don’t think there was a death, but it was some kind of accident.” Luna was going with her gut as far as what she felt had happened.

The librarian shook her head. “I can’t recall anything specific.”

“It was in the summer. Probably August. We think it might have happened when the carnival was in town, or thereabouts.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. When was the carnival here?”

“Probably August of 1999, 2000, or 2001,” Ellie interjected.

Luna got another flash. “Wait. The diary mentioned graduation. Maybe the tickets were from the summer before, and the fire was in June the following year.”

“Good point.” Ellie nodded.

“Oh well, if you’re asking about a fire around the time of graduation, that I do remember.” The woman ushered Ellie and Luna over to a table and chairs. “It was a very sad situation.”

“Did anyone die?” Luna gripped the edge of the table. She hadn’t felt it, but she could have been wrong.

“No, but a boy was burned.”

Ellie and Luna sat up in surprise. Luna pulled out a pad and pen. “How old was he?”

“I think he might have been twelve or so.”

“Do you remember what happened?” Ellie encouraged the woman’s memory.