I was walking through the grocery store with my mom when I noticed a lady dressed in funny clothes. She was looking around frantically as if lost.
“Do you need help?” I asked her.
She looked down at me, brows furrowed.
“I don’t know where I am,” she rubbed her eyes, “I was with my friends on our way to perform, and then suddenly I was here. I don’t know what year it is. I don’t even know what decade it is.” She sniffled, “I’m guessing it’s not the 20s anymore though.”
My eyes widened. “Oh no! That would be scary! We’ll find a way to get you back home, but I’ve never time traveled before, so I’m not sure how we’ll do that just yet.”
I took her hand and walked us back over to my mom, explaining the situation.
“Everything’s been so weird here! I bumped into a group of kids who were wearing all black attire. When I asked then if they were going to a funeral, they laughed at me.” A pout crossed her lips.
I tried not to snicker too.
“They had this crazy hair too! One boy’s hair stuck straight up in the air like spikes! It looked quite dangerous. They had music playing from something small in their hand. It was some sort of screeching. I think I heard something about a ‘Black Parade,’ but I’m not completely sure.”
I patted her hand and helped her sit down. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you home. Back to the right time.”
She looked down at me, “But what time am I in here?”
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About the Book
Gayle Wells is a killer organist, but does a killer have her in his sights?
They call him the Emperor. John Starek fills his theater with fine artwork and treasures. He’s particularly pleased to have one of the country’s first female organists – and he thinks Gayle Wells is the bee’s knees.
Despite pressure from her social crusader mother, Gayle isn’t interested in changing the world. She just wants a car of her own – and a career playing the organ at the Empire movie palace would be especially ducky.
Then the Empire’s treasures start disappearing and employees start dying. Are a few pieces of art really enough motive for the string of murders? Will Gayle be next?
Murder at the Empire brings the Nightingale into an elegant movie palace in the roaring 20’s – but the real excitement is all off-screen.
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