Page 41 of A Little Luck

“Which one was it?” I pull out my phone to where I’ve been keeping track of all the messages and the dates, searching for a pattern of some sort.

“It was the one fromField of Dreams.”

“Right. Dreams do come true.”

Britt holds up her arms. “It’s like I said, we’ll have to mark the date of when the last one appears then check the obituaries.”

“Morbid!” Cass cries.

The glass door in front of us opens, and a disheveled little man in a tan trench coat stumbles out onto the sidewalk.

“Ladies, I apologize.” He holds up both hands. “I do my best to be normal.”

“Mr. Gregg.” I step forward to extend a hand. “You might not remember me—”

“It was only last night. I’m not that old.” He points a thick finger at me. “Piper Jackson, editor of the local paper. I never forget a face.”

He looks like he never brushes his hair either. He’s as bushy and messy as he was the last time I saw him—only now he’s wearing clothes.

“I’m Britt Stone. My husband is Sheriff Aiden Stone.”

“Oh, yeah.” He cocks an eyebrow, inspecting my friend. “You’re the forensic investigator.”

“Photographer,” Britt corrects him. “But I usually end up doing investigations. I heard you’re an investigator as well.”

He rocks back on his heels inspecting the three of us. “What are you, like Charlie’s Angels or something?”

The three of us look at each other. “Only Britt is in law enforcement,” Cass answers.

Britt isn’t letting him off the hook. “What exactly are you looking for in our little town, Mr. Gregg?”

“Well, I’ll tell you, Mrs. Stone. I’m looking for a missing person. My client believes she might be somewhere in this area.”

My ears perk up, and Britt and I exchange a glance.

“Is it a kidnapping case?” I ask. “Or more like a runaway situation?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.” He smiles, and his eyes become tiny slits. “I don’t want to put anyone in danger.”

“In danger!” Cass’s eyes go wide, and I’m about to elbow her in the ribs to be cool when a voice yells from behind us.

“Cass?” It’s a voice I haven’t heard in years. “Is that you, Cassidy? I’ll be damned. I didn’t think it would be this easy to find you!”

“I should have her on my team,” Marshall jokes.

Cass’s face lights, and she spins around to where a girl about her height with long blonde hair, wavy bangs, and bold red lips is trotting towards us. Her eyes are thickly made up, and when she smiles, she looks just like…

“Taylor Swift?” Marshall’s voice is loud, and I’m honestly surprised he even knows that name.

“Jemima!” Cass hands me the hanging bag holding her dress and runs to her little sister on the sidewalk with her arms spread wide.

Jemima flies straight into her arms and for a minute the two of them jump around, hugging and laughing.

“When did you get in town?” Cass cries.

“Just now!” her sister answers, a pronounced country twang accenting her words. “I thought I’d have to go to Aunt Carol’s to find you. Thank God that didn’t happen.”

We’re all walking slowly to where they’re having their reunion when Jemima sees us. “Britt! Jinx! Oh my God! You haven’t changed a bit!”

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