“Well, the name for one thing. And, you have never seen his face, have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

The librarian interrupted the conversation. “Here is a small follow-up article.”

Several weeks ago we reported on a fire that took place in the Shady Grove Mobile Park Community. The county fire marshal has confirmed that the blaze was started by a candle left unattended. The boy has been released from the hospital and placed in foster care. The family has no comment at this time.

Luna peered up at Ellie. “Hear me out. Let’s say it was Jimmy in the fire. He’s sent to foster care. His sister has gone missing. He recovered the trunk, but it was in need of a makeover. Who does a better job than Cullen?” Luna was ticking off her summation. “Jimmy works with metal. Maybe it’s his way of coping with the trauma.” She took a breath. “The woman who came to see me was distraught. There was a sadness, a remorse about her. And she ran away with her boyfriend when she was in her teens, who is now her husband. And I am willing to bet, Tori is the missing sister.”

“But the diary was signed with a V. Her name is Tori,” Ellie reminded her.

Luna jumped up. “Yes, but Tori is a nickname for Victoria.” She knew she couldn’t keep her voice to a library whisper any longer. “Come on!” She grabbed Ellie’s arm and turned to the librarian. “I cannot thank you enough. Please come by the art center. We will give you a personal tour and treat you to lunch.”

“Really?” The woman’s eyes lit up. “That would be splendid.”

Luna fished one of her business cards out of her bag, and Ellie did the same. “Please get in touch.”

Luna chimed in. “You have no idea how much this has helped. Thank you, and yes, please come visit.”

Luna couldn’t help but give the woman a big bear hug.

Luna and Ellie hurried out the door. Their excitement was overflowing.

They returned to the center to see if Cullen had finished the trunk.

Luna rushed in. She was out of breath. “Cul! Cul! You are not going to believe what we discovered!”

“Easy there. What’s going on?”

“I’m pretty sure we solved this entire mystery.” She pointed to the trunk.

“How?” Cullen looked skeptical.

“The librarian! She found an article about a fire that took place around twenty years ago. It was in a mobile home. A twelve-year-old kid was burned on the side of his face. The parents weren’t around.” She paused. “And the father’s name was James T. Conover.”

“So?”

“That’s Jimmy Can-Do’s name! Ellie said it’s the name on the lease. James T. Conover, Jr.”

“Holy smoke! For sure?” Cullen leaned against his workbench. “So now what?”