around.”
She pushed her rolling chair closer and looked at them as I was kicking myself for opening my yap. She grabbed the printouts, flipped through the pages, and scrutinized them. “Oops, I input the date it was brought to Bear, not the date it was found.” She smiled and updated the info on the screen.
Then she turned to me looking smug and crossed her arms over her chest as she cocked an eyebrow. “Not sure how you can help huh?” Then she paused and side glanced at the screens again. She shuffled some files and said, “Just a second.”
She slapped on some headphones and hit a few controls and closed her eyes, her head bobbed a bit then she tilted head head like she were trying to figure something out. Then she shook her head in frustration and took the headphones off.
I asked, “What is it?”
She shrugged. “I don't know, but it has been bugging me since we started putting all of this together. There's something there that I just can't quite grasp. It is like there is another puzzle hidden in the music.” Another puzzle? She was piquing my curiosity again.
Then she pointed at the gaps in the timeline. “If we could figure out what we are missing, then maybe it will click with me.”
She shook her head again and checked the time. “I don't have much time before I have to get to class. Why don't you tell me everything you can remember about the woman who gave you the drives.”
I paused and asked instead, “May I ask just why June wants to locate Minuette anyway? She hasn't done anything wrong. She just wants to share her music.”
Fran chuckled at me and shook her head. “No, she hasn't done anything wrong at all. Just the opposite, everything she has done is just right. Especially the emotions that shine through her words. June wants to help her share her music not just with London, but with the world. She wants to sign her.”
I swallowed hard, it almost hurt as my throat was so tight. I could feel my pulse racing. Mindy wanted to stay in the shadows and that's what we'd do.
A hand was waving in front of my face and I looked up to an amused looking Fran.
She was saying, “Earth to Nett. You went pale there. I've been trying to get your attention.”
I blushed and looked down at my hands. “Terribly sorry.”
She chuckled. “No problem. Now what can you tell me about the woman you saw? What did she look like? How was she dressed? Did you see her car?”
I took a deep cleansing breath and made the decision to protect the girl who put music in my heart. I'd have to keep track of Fran and June, they seemed way too intelligent for their own good.
I shrugged and said, “I didn't see any vehicle. She was just dressed in everyday clothes both times. You know jumpers and jeans.”
She nodded and asked, “What did she look like? What color hair? Eyes? Was she Caucasian, Asian...” She left the questions hanging.
I smiled thinking of Mindy and could have kicked myself when I absently started describing her. “Caucasian. She has shoulder length sandy brown hair that looks like it has deep streaks of chestnut when the light hits her just right. Her hazel eyes have so much depth in them that you could get lost for days in them. She's a little short, which just makes her that much more...” I paused. Shite.
Fran was positively beaming at me. “Sounds like she left quite an impression on you. Did she have an accent or anything? How old did she look?”
I had already stepped in it, but there was no way they could identify her with what I shared so I shrugged and said, “No accent. She's about our age.”
Fran nodded again and entered some info into the computer. “Ok, so we know she is British then and around our age. If we assume a Londoner for now, that narrows the list considerably. I'll start corralling some yearbooks for about two to six years back for the area for you to look
She pushed her rolling chair closer and looked at them as I was kicking myself for opening my yap. She grabbed the printouts, flipped through the pages, and scrutinized them. “Oops, I input the date it was brought to Bear, not the date it was found.” She smiled and updated the info on the screen.
Then she turned to me looking smug and crossed her arms over her chest as she cocked an eyebrow. “Not sure how you can help huh?” Then she paused and side glanced at the screens again. She shuffled some files and said, “Just a second.”
She slapped on some headphones and hit a few controls and closed her eyes, her head bobbed a bit then she tilted head head like she were trying to figure something out. Then she shook her head in frustration and took the headphones off.
I asked, “What is it?”
She shrugged. “I don't know, but it has been bugging me since we started putting all of this together. There's something there that I just can't quite grasp. It is like there is another puzzle hidden in the music.” Another puzzle? She was piquing my curiosity again.
Then she pointed at the gaps in the timeline. “If we could figure out what we are missing, then maybe it will click with me.”
She shook her head again and checked the time. “I don't have much time before I have to get to class. Why don't you tell me everything you can remember about the woman who gave you the drives.”
I paused and asked instead, “May I ask just why June wants to locate Minuette anyway? She hasn't done anything wrong. She just wants to share her music.”
Fran chuckled at me and shook her head. “No, she hasn't done anything wrong at all. Just the opposite, everything she has done is just right. Especially the emotions that shine through her words. June wants to help her share her music not just with London, but with the world. She wants to sign her.”
I swallowed hard, it almost hurt as my throat was so tight. I could feel my pulse racing. Mindy wanted to stay in the shadows and that's what we'd do.
A hand was waving in front of my face and I looked up to an amused looking Fran.
She was saying, “Earth to Nett. You went pale there. I've been trying to get your attention.”
I blushed and looked down at my hands. “Terribly sorry.”
She chuckled. “No problem. Now what can you tell me about the woman you saw? What did she look like? How was she dressed? Did you see her car?”
I took a deep cleansing breath and made the decision to protect the girl who put music in my heart. I'd have to keep track of Fran and June, they seemed way too intelligent for their own good.
I shrugged and said, “I didn't see any vehicle. She was just dressed in everyday clothes both times. You know jumpers and jeans.”
She nodded and asked, “What did she look like? What color hair? Eyes? Was she Caucasian, Asian...” She left the questions hanging.
I smiled thinking of Mindy and could have kicked myself when I absently started describing her. “Caucasian. She has shoulder length sandy brown hair that looks like it has deep streaks of chestnut when the light hits her just right. Her hazel eyes have so much depth in them that you could get lost for days in them. She's a little short, which just makes her that much more...” I paused. Shite.
Fran was positively beaming at me. “Sounds like she left quite an impression on you. Did she have an accent or anything? How old did she look?”
I had already stepped in it, but there was no way they could identify her with what I shared so I shrugged and said, “No accent. She's about our age.”
Fran nodded again and entered some info into the computer. “Ok, so we know she is British then and around our age. If we assume a Londoner for now, that narrows the list considerably. I'll start corralling some yearbooks for about two to six years back for the area for you to look
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