The Figurine

"Here.. this is it.." Gabe stared at the picture that Autumn placed before him, confused for a moment. Why was she showing him Arabelle's birthday picture? But then his gaze sharpened, catching on. It was the figurine they were looking for—the one in the locker, visible in Arabelle's third birthday photo.

"So this is where I saw the figurine. This is good work Autumn. So, where was this picture taken?"

Autumn sighed, " Finding the picture is as good as useless. Mrs Jenkins was my mother's good friend. But she moved away four years ago. Sold everything since she has Alzheimer's and no family to care for. I don't even know if she kept the figurine or understood it's importance. She might have sold it and we wouldn't know."

Gabe inhaled slowly. The days each felt like a roller coaster ride. One moment they would have a clue and hope but they next, they'd be lost again. But they only had about ten days left so…