Continued from April 14, 2018
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Jeff walked back through the house to the closet where the article and the playbill sat on the shelf. He picked them up and looked at them again. He thought about what the person on the phone had said about being careful and memorizing the symbol on the amulet.
He pulled the amulet from his pocket and looked at it again. Studying its features and committing to memory the subtleties of the design. A few moments passed before he snapped out of his concentration, returning the item to his pocket before he carried the other items back down to the kitchen.
Cindy was sitting at the table waiting patiently when he arrived.
“Can I see it?!” she exclaimed.
“It’s right here,” he said holding out the playbill.
“Oh! There’s an article with it!” she bounced, “How exciting!”
Jeff watched Cindy pour over the article before she moved on to the playbill. He watched as her lips moved while she read, as though wanting to read aloud. When she was done, she looked at him with eyes that seemed to see right into his soul.
“Do you have a pad of paper, and a pen?” she asked.
Without a word, Jeff went to a drawer in the kitchen and grabbed what she had requested.
“Thank you,” she said snatching the items from his hand before scribbling furiously.
“You really do love mysteries, don’t you?” he laughed.
“You have no idea,” she replied as she continued scribbling. “Do you remember what the first things you got were?”
“It was a letter, informing me that I would be receiving items from an unnamed group, who were in danger from another unnamed group, in addition to a few pages of script from a play.” Jeff stated.
“Is it the same play as this?” Cindy asked, holding up the playbill.
“Yup,” Jeff nodded. “Do you have any idea what it means?”
“Not yet,” admitted Cindy, “There’s not enough information, but the clues are there already. Maybe with some digging we’ll be able to figure this out! Is there anything else you’ve received?”
Jeff thought for a moment, considering whether he could truly trust her. He looked into her eyes, captivated by the intelligence there for a moment before he replied.
“This came with the playbill,” he said producing the amulet from his pocket.
“That is beautiful!” she marveled, “Would it be okay if I looked at it?”
“Of course,” Jeff replied, handing the necklace over to her. Cindy immediately began scribbling again, this time drawing an uncanny likeness of it on the paper.