A/N I realized I have to do this: I do not own 39 Clues or Buddy Holly. I don't really know if the Holley house is a memorial or if it has been sold, I couldn't find the answer. I'm just going to assume it's a memorial.

"Would someone please tell me why in the name of Ninja Lords are we going to another small, hot town?" Dan asked, from the back of a black Expedition, of which Myla had borrowed from her father. They were on their way to Lubbock, and Dan was a bit upset that the girl was still with them. At least he wasn't crammed anymore…

"Hey, at least this one is in Texas. When most people hear 'New Mexico', they say 'Isn't that a different country?'" Myla pointed out with a smile. She was playing with the radio from the backseat.

"Buddy Holly was born in Lubbock," Amy explained lightly, her nose now buried in a book entitled: The Life of a King; Buddy Holly.

Myla smirked. "I'm so gonna laugh when we just have to go back to Clovis, 'cause that's where he recorded his most famous song."

"We're doing what YOU told us to!" Dan exclaimed, letting go of Saladin's cat carrier long enough for it to fall to the floor, upside-down, the Mau meowing in protest. "Sorry, buddy," Dan said, hurriedly picking up the little box. The cat did not appreciate being in the car; it thought it would've been better to leave it at the hotel.

"Well, I think we might be on the right track," Amy said quietly. "Buddy opened for Elvis here."

"He got married here, too," Nellie added, her eyes on the road for cops as she speeded ten miles fast. She was a reckless driver, Myla had learned, and it was a heck of a lot more fun riding with her then with Myla's own father or grandfather.

"Yeah, man, that was crazy! The guy proposed on the first date! And the crazy chick accepted!" Myla shook her head lightly. "Me? I would'a been all 'dude! Get away from me, you stalker!'."

"Where were they married?" Amy asked, thinking that something that strange was defiantly to look in on. She was already pretty sure that Buddy had been a Janus, as what famous singer would be from the Lucians or Tomas?

"The Holley house," Myla replied, her phone in hands, scrolling down. "39th street, 1606, is the address. I wonder if it's still there."

"We're gonna find out," Nellie declared, and with a smile from Amy, a grumble from Dan that sounded like 'more stupid museums…', they were on their way.

-X-

"Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Peggy Sue. Oh, Peggy, my Peggy Sue. Well, I love you girl. Yes, I need you, Peggy Sue," Myla sang as they walked through the Holley house.

'She's too enthusiastic,' Dan thought, looking at the cool guitars on the walls. He looked around for Nellie, but she was flirting with some boy her age. Ick.

"You know, we could be completely wrong about all of this. Maybe we're supposed to be in Iowa, checking out where Budd's plane went down." Myla stared at a portrait as she spoke, and Dan gawked.

"Seriously? You know we are trying to find this stuff quickly, right?" Dan asked, and Myla laughed.

"Are you asking me if I know the definition of a 'scavenger hunt'? I know y'all need to get this done, but Buddy Holly was a famous dude. It'd be easier if we knew what we were looking for." Myla smiled lightly, before starting to hum 'That'll Be the Day'.

On the over head, 'American Pie' came on, and Amy smiled. "This song is referenced to the day Buddy Holly died. In fact, it was dedicated to him."

"Yup," Myla grinned. "Now you guys will have to be tortured. This'll be stuck in my head, and I can't sing this song." Dan groaned louder than he had the entire hunt.

It took Amy over an hour to find what she was looking for; The Janus Crest on something, and that something turned out to be a piece of paper. Signaling to Dan lightly, she watched for officials or cameras. She didn't see any, and Dan slipped the paper into his back pocket. This place wasn't guarded well, and Amy didn't want to know why. Myla gawked at the two for a moment, before shaking her head and going to find Nellie. She decided not to ask. Dragging the au pair, the four walked down the street to a nearby park.

Dan pulled out the paper and read it allowed: "James Brown, Little Richard, Elvis Presley…" He looked up, a lost look on his face. Amy looked lost in thought, and Nellie had lost interest, listening to something on her I-pod. Myla frowned, a thoughtful look on her face. How were those names connected? They were all oldies rock stars, but…

"Are we supposed to follow their lives now?" Dan asked, and Amy shook her head.

"I doubt it. We usually follow one person until, well, something big." They'd been through this twice now, once with Ben Franklin, and then with Mozart. Amy figured that it would stay in the pattern. At least, she certainly hoped.

Myla was pacing back and forth, and it took her a moment for the names, plus Budd, to lock in her head. Suddenly, she grinned. "I know! It's the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!" She grinned, looking satisfied.

Amy smiled as well. "I get it. Those names are all really big. Add in Buddy Holly, and you've got a giant mob of famous rock stars."

Dan hit his forehead. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"I'm glad one of you did," A silk voice from behind announced, and the kids whirled around to find Ian and Natalie Kabra, smirking like crazy people. Both looked like models, per usual, but they had this victorious grin that just needed to be wiped away. All they'd done was eavesdrop!

Amy gasped, Dan growled, Nellie continued to bob her head, unaware of what was happening, and Myla just looked confused.

"Who are these dudes, dude?" Myla asked, looking toward Amy for help.

"O-our cousins," She stuttered out, and Dan nodded slowly. The green haired girl looked between the two groups, and growled.

"CHEATERS!" She flicked the boy in the nose and the girl on the forehead before Amy could tell her not to. "LAZY! YOU CAN'T USE YOU BRAIN TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT?" She huffed, looking like she might charge the two, until Dan reached out and pulled her back a bit.

"You little peasant!" The girl shouted, and pulled out a dart gun. "Back up!"

Myla growled, but did as she was told, backing up a little more, until she was behind Nellie, who was still oblivious. The girl wished that a police officer would walk by and arrest the two, but, of course, that couldn't happen, because the universe loved to prove her wrong.

"Now," The boy said, rubbing his nose, making Myla smirk lightly. "You all are going to stay here and give my sister and I a head start. Two days, do you hear me?"

Myla and Dan looked like they wanted to strangle something, but nodded. The boy smirked.

"Good. Goodbye, then." With another dirty look directed at Myla, the two walked off.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's get to the airport!"