Chapters (47)
- Cover
- DEDICATION
- MAP
- EPIGRAPH
- New York City
- New York City
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- Sunrise in Gotham Senior Living Center
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- BACK ADS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BOOKS BY LAURA RUBY
- ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
Jaime didn’t even have to look it up in his sketchbook. They all knew what the writing on the wall of the Smallpox Hospital said:
BURY ME RIGHT NEXT TO LOUIS MG,
THE MOST TALENTED MAN IN THE WHOLE OF THE CITY.
“We can start by identifying this Louis guy,” said Jaime.
“If he was so talented, why haven’t we heard of him?” Theo said.
“Remember that the clues mostly concern people and places and things that history has forgotten, right?” Tess said. “So maybe this guy was popular in the time of the Morningstarrs but has been overlooked or disregarded since then.”
“Hmmm,” said Jaime. “So if we do some searches for Louis online, maybe with 1850 dates, we can find something.”
They left the pool to the splashing, flexing teens and went back to Jaime’s apartment. By then, their suits were completely dry, so they pulled their street clothes over them and sat down to work at Jaime’s computer. In the search box, they put “Louis MG” “New York City” and “1850.” They came up with a Louis Vuitton exhibit, some comedian named Louis buying an apartment, and a whole bunch of listings on a whole bunch of other Louises, none of them particularly talented or even alive during the time of the Morningstarrs.
“‘Bury me,’” said Jaime. “Maybe that’s the clue.”
“Could be,” said Theo.
Jaime added “cemetery” to the search terms. They combed through the results, but nothing stood out.
“Maybe take out the date,” said Theo. “It might be too specific.”
So Jaime did. The first listing to pop up was an article called “The Most Famous Residents of New York City’s Cemeteries.”
“This might be something,” Jaime said, tapping the screen.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Jaime got up to answer it, weirdly expecting the group of teens to be standing there, asking him for the sunscreen or maybe wondering what they should call the redhead’s pimple. (Roy, Jaime thought. Roy is a good name for a pimple.)
But it wasn’t the teens—it was Cricket and her mother. Her mother was holding a box using only her fingertips, as if she would like to burn what was inside or maybe drop it from a plane into an active volcano.
“Hi, Jaime,” Mrs. Moran said. “I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”
“Sure,” he said.
“What do you know about bugs?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Candi/Ashli/Toni/Tammi/Lori/Laci/Lu
On the seventeenth floor in a glass tower in Manhattan, a group of women assembled to have their hair and makeup done for the day.