“I’m in Queens.”
“Why?”
“Moving Image.”
“Is that really necessary anymore?” Calvin asked.
“I really don’t think Mr. Robert was involved at all, not even as a puppet master.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, that’s true. But I’m convinced, now more than ever, the clues are in the past.”
Calvin let out a frustrated breath.
“I swear I’m totally safe. And I didn’t say anything about Casey being dead to the grandfather.”
“Good.”
“Do you want me to text you his information?”
“Yes, please.”
“Will do, Detective.” I said goodbye and sent Calvin a text. Luckily I’d thought to get Jim Bob’s house number before I left.
Jamess Robert
316e 78, reed door
555-23688
Calvin replied before I finished off my Frappiyucko.That phone number has too many digits.
What? Oh. Oops.
1 8
Wait. That made it more confusing.
No.
555-2368
Srry
I tossed my empty drink into a nearby trash can, dug out the photo of Casey from my bag of goodies, and took a picture of it with my phone. I sent it to Calvin.
Now I was ready for some movie magic.
Chapter Twelve
I STEPPEDthrough the large glass doors of the museum and walked to the counter. “Hi. I have a question about your core exhibit.”
A young guy sitting behind the desk began reciting a canned response. “Our Behind the Screen exhibit features fourteen hundred artifacts from the culture of the moving image. It includes cameras, projectors, costumes, props, and more. General admission is fifteen dollars.”
“Thanks,” I drew out. “But my question was, do you have a Kinetoscope as part of the exhibit?”
He laughed. “Oh, I have no idea about any of that old stuff.” He spun in his chair. “Greta! Do you know if there’s a—what’d you say it was?” he asked, twirling to look at me again.
