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over to the tall bush and looked more closely at the object peeking over the top. It looked like a small book. Elijah swiftly shook the bush, and surprisingly, two objects came falling down. As soon as they hit the dirt, Elijah knew exactly what they were. They were Kyria’s diaries. Both books were small and brown, but one had a gold lock on it. Elijah distinctly remembered when Kyria started writing in the locked diary just six months ago. She was never a private person, but she was so secretive about her locked diary. So what were they doing out here? He knew that she always kept them safe inside her dresser drawer in her room. From where he stood, it looked like Kyria threw them out of her window. But why?
    Not wanting to get caught with any evidence, Elijah crammed them in the back of his pants, under his belt. He hoped Detective Scott wouldn’t notice the books, so he pulled his shirt over his belt the best he could.
    “How are you doing?” the detective asked when Elijah walked inside the house.
    “I’m good. Thank you,” Elijah responded politely.
    They met up with Uncle Stan and the other police officer. Everybody shook hands and left in a hurry. And that seemed to be that. Climbing back into the car, Elijah felt relieved that he and Uncle Stan were alone again. However, he was completely confused and needed answers. He wondered if it was okay to tell Uncle Stan about the burn marks on the house or the diaries tucked under his belt. Before he could say anything, Uncle Stan chimed in.
    “Man, that guy seemed intense. You okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Hey,” said Uncle Stan in a serious tone. “That other policeman just said that they don’t have any leads, but they think the murders were a random act of violence.” He briefly put his hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I thought you should know.”
    Elijah looked out the window and shook his head. Nothing about that night seemed random. The figure was definitely looking for something, or trying to make it look like he was looking for something. Then a thought came to Elijah that haunted him for the entire ride home. Did the figure find what he was looking for? And if not, would he come looking for Elijah?
     
     
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CHAPTER 3: THE MYSTERY OF THE PHOTO ALBUM

     
     
    “Can you spell that name for me, sweetie?” the librarian asked, looking puzzled.
    “M-a-l-i-p-h-i-s-t” Elijah said, reading from a scrap of paper he had scribbled on.
    The librarian, a short woman with long gray hair, typed the name into her computer as Elijah waited patiently.
    For the first time in three weeks, Elijah had a moment to clear his head. Uncle Stan had been gone for long hours the past few days, and his absence gave Elijah a lot of time alone. He welcomed the solitude, but he needed something other than the horrific memory of his parents’ murder to occupy his mind. At first, Elijah thought about reading the old book he found with his parents’ stuff. He remembered placing it on the floor, but Uncle Stan had obviously moved it because it wasn’t anywhere to be found. Until he could ask his uncle where the book was, Elijah decided to investigate some of the words he remembered from the book.
    “Sorry, hon. I’m not seeing anything on Maliphist here,” said the librarian.
    “What about Tibirus?” asked Elijah, determined to get some answers. The librarian went to work.
    “Here’s something,” she said. Elijah perked up. “We don’t have it here, but the other library across town has a book with an entry on Tibirus. It’s called Historical Myths and Analysis by J. J. McClintock. Would you like me to call and have it reserved for you?”
    “Yes!” Elijah said enthusiastically. “Thank you so much!” Elijah had no idea why he was so excited because he didn’t have a clue what he was searching for. But lately, instead of getting answers, he felt like he was getting more and more questions. Maybe this small success, a simple entry in a book, could help