"By the way," Mike said as he walked with Fancy out of the Pizzeria, stopping to lock up.

"What are you doing later today? Like three o'clock ish?" He asked. "I'll be at the library." "Seriously?" "Seriously." "Doing what?" "Research for this case, what else, Mike."

"Do you think you could uh, babysit?" "babysit?" "Yeah." "for how long?" Mike hummed as he thought. "Just for a couple of hours. I have to go talk with Vanessa about some of the security systems at the pizzeria, one of them has been malfunctioning. If you could just babysit until Max- my other baby sitter can come over." "And what time is that?" "like seven?" "babysit for four hours? Hmmmm...." "I'll pay you.... At some point." "It's fine, Mike. I don't need your money, my father is a brain surgeon." "Damn." "Yeah. But I can babysit. Can you pick me up at the library?" "Yes. Thats on the way back from Abby's school so that works perfectly." "So I'll see you then?" "Yeah. three o'clock. Library. I'll meet you there, Fancy."

He walked her to her car. Why? Was it to make sure she got there safely? Or was it malicious. Was he blocking her from seeing something. Another clue? Another note? To grab her when her back was turned and tape her wrists together, her mouth shut, and force her into the trunk of his car? Again? Seriously? She was fine, she was okay. Mike wasn't going to hurt her.

Mike said goodbye to her and returned to his car to head home to his little sister while She prepared to head to her only sanctuary she had left, the library.

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The poor librarian had to think she was crazy.

Who else comes in for three days straight and asks to see newspaper articles from the towns only cold case from twenty years ago? Fancy, that's who. She pulled open the drawer with articles that the librarian had pointed her to and pulled out a stack, ready to head to the microfilm viewer when something brushed against her leg.

A folded piece of paper, newspaper. She must have dropped it. She hoped she hadn't messed it up. She reached down to pick it up and walked over to the table with the microfilm viewer and unfolded the newspaper she had dropped.

Her blood ran cold and all the color drained from her face. This article wasn't from Hurricane Utah. This one was from Bear Forest Tennessee. Her own picture stared back at her. A younger her, a twelve year old her.

Only, someone had decided to take their own artistic approach to the article. The edits only made the article more haunting. Her eyes were scratched out with what looked like sharpie. The paper where her eyes had once ben was thin and had wisps of rolled up paper, stained black from the ink of the marker. Whoever had done this to her picture was aggressively scribbling over her pupils. Anger, passion. A crime of passion.

The article heading was circled.

"FRANCINE MARIE JENKINS ABDUCTED FROM EASTERN AVENUE NOVEMBER 13th AT 11 PM".

but what caught her eyes again was everywhere in the article where her name was listed it was circled in red. Under the picture, her picture, someone had taped a message that had been made with a type writer. Who still used type writers? This person did, apparently. But the words scared her more than anything else. More than the aggressively defaced picture. More than the circling of her name. Someone had typed,

"HELLO AGAIN, FRANCINE :)"

But it was no question who. She knew exactly who it was. The same person who took her almost ten years ago.

She looked around, snapping her head in every direction, frantically looking at and analyzing every person near by. There weren't many people for her to look at. A child with a book on dog breeds, an elderly lady with a copy of a knitting book, and a young boy struggling over his algebra homework.

Who ever had left this had been long gone. She let out a breath. She was shaken, obviously, but she couldn't let this deter her. No, it was a challenge, an added bonus. Catch Afton and then the Bear Forest Snatcher. It was too perfect. She crafted her own note, her response to the Bear Forest Snatcher. On a spare note she scribbled with a red glitter pen she brought with her.

"MURDER, I WILL GET YOU"

And left it where she found the note left for her.

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"OUT OF MY WAY!"

A shriek sliced through the silence of the quiet library like butter.

"I told you, if you ignore me one more time, Michael, I won't let it slide." "Well what do you want me to say?" Fancy knew that voice. She looked up from her book, she placed her thumb in it to keep her spot marked, and got up from her seat. She headed in the direction of the noise and that's when she saw it. Saw them.

Michael, a little girl who she assumed to be Abby, an older lady who was clearly furious, and a frantic librarian trying to get them to quiet down or take it outside.

"I want you to tell me that you've thought about the custody battle and that you're going to make the right decision." "I can't talk to you about that, and you know it." "Please! This is a library! Keep it down!" "Excuse me."

Fancy said, stepping forward from between two shelves. She still had her readers on and her book in her hand with her thumb still marking her place, pressed against the inside of the seam.

"Who are you?" The old lady snapped at her. Oh boy. This would be so much fun. Fancy instantly knew what to do. Her shoulders back and standing tall she stepped forwards, next to Mike.

"I'm his lawyer."

"Yeah right." She rolled her eyes. So this must be the aunt. "I know for a fact that my nephew doesn't have nearly enough money to hire a lawyer."

Yep. Definitely the aunt.

"Then you must also know that according to state law, custody matters are private and cannot be discussed outside of meditation. You are giving my client grounds to sue you for slander, do you understand that?" She scoffed. "Well! I'll just take you to court! I know I'll win!" "Do you know that? I don't think you do. Because according to state and federal law a judge will do what's best for the interest of the child, while you obviously think of yourself as the better choice simply because you have a fixed income that's not all a judge views when deciding a custody order. He also takes in account of the child's relationship with the perspective legal guardian. Correct me if I'm wrong, and I doubt you will, but miss Abby doesn't seem to be too terribly fond of you right now, does she?"

The both turned to see Abby hiding behind her big brother Mike, clinging to his leg.

"Do you really think she will testify in court to a judge and say otherwise?" The aunt opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. Yep. she couldn't prove her wrong. "That's what I thought." She turned to mike. "Mr. Schmidt I believe it's time we left to discuss your legal actions, perhaps a lawsuit of slander might be in order."