There's A What in My Past?!

Gill looked up from the pile of paperwork in front of him.  Rachel stood in front of his desk with another stack of papers equal to the ones he'd spent the better part of the last two hours trying to get through.  Talbot's Peak history weaved through a narrative and very few actual historical facts.  At least ones that were factual.

"More," he groaned.  "You found more?"

Rachel nodded.  "And Vernon is going through another box out at my desk.  Whoever stashed this stuff didn't want it found or thought it wasn't going to be."

"We're going to need another table and more boxes.  Breaking this down into dates and events is maddening."  Gill picked up two sheets of paper.  "Same event. Two completely different accounts."
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Rachel shook her head and shrugged.    "I'll see what I can come up.  The historical society is using two other offices and all the tables from the waiting room."

Gill watched Rachel exit the office.  He looked over to where Chloe sat with boxes of newspaper clippings.  She sorted them a few a at time, holding the faded ones up to the goose neck lamp, squinting as she tried to make out the print. From time to time, she sighed, shook her head, and stretched.  Four empty take out containers sat in stuffed in the trash can between them.  Louie had more coffee and sweets in route.  This project wasn't going to end tonight or even a few nights later.  What they'd unearthed could rattle some of the Peak's homesteaders.  He wasn't sure letting this out made sense.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Looks like there's stuff stirring up in the Peak.  A historical society. . .a bunch of documents that someone stashed?  And clean up post move out and ransacking the government offices is showing where the proverbial needle in the haystack is.  Ooh, sounds like Mick and Trina are going to get some added fireworks to their budding chemistry with this too.  Let's see where each of these takes us as the weeks ensue.

Spring is making its mark and hold as winter takes one last pass through the area.  Keep warm, ready to snuggle up with your loves and spice sharing a few good books.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,
Solara