Miss Foley looked over the old and faded paper. Carefully, with gloves on her hands, she arranged the paper with the other paper the children had found before. The Targent woman would take a step back to see if the arrangement worked, figured it didn't, then continued to arrange the papers again. Finally, she believed she had a solution. A map was beginning to take fold, but she still needed one more piece of this tedious riddle.
Even more careful than ever, Miss Foley took the old paper she had received and turned it over to read to riddle. She already knew what it meant. The Targent already knew what they were looking for and were looking for it right this second. They wouldn't get far though. That much was obvious by her watching over the children.
By her observations, Triton seemed to be completely oblivious to her name. Odd, considering, but perhaps expected. It had been years after all. And his friend, assistant, whatever, she was scared to be around the Targent woman. It gave Miss Foley a sense of power and insult. But it was a perfect reaction for someone who had never heard of the Targent before.
Then her phone rang.
"Hello." Miss Foley answered in a deadpan tone. The caller on the other end asked of her progress.
"The children are listening, not that they want to do anything with me." the Targent woman told the caller. The caller then gave their opinion on the matter.
"Everything is fine and still going as planned." Miss Foley told them. "What else do you want me to do to motivate them? Give them a puppy?"
The caller gave their sarcastic answer.
"Right." Miss Foley said, returning to a more serious tone. "What did you call me for besides to remind me to harass children."
The caller, too, became more grave as they told the Targent woman what she already knew.
"They will be able to do it in time, stop worrying so much." she told her caller. "Now, if you will, shut up." and with that, she hung up the phone and returned to her work.
Time was running out. The boss was not happy. And honestly, Miss Foley did not care one bit. The children could figure the town's mystery out in time. She had no doubt. It was the anticipation of what would happen next that kept her awake at night. And it felt good.