Bruinsboro Faire - Episode 4
by Elle Jordan
The man shoves Jacob to a stop, and growling, clamps his other hand on Jacob’s shoulder.
I know what you’re doing, boy.
Wh-what? What am I doing?
Don’t act so innocent around me.
I am a magician after all.
You are?
Please! Don’t tell me you don’t know…
That I’m the Great Malvolio!
The Great Malvolio?
Indeed!
I know all the latest tricks of the trade.
And have perfected the basics in my years of study.
Jacob lifts an eyebrow.
I see you’d like to learn a secret or two — so I shall tell you a trick, boy.
It’s one you may have already mastered, sneaking in as you did.
I didn’t —
Did you pay admission to get into the Bruinsboro Faire this evening?
Jacob swallows.
That’s what I thought, you clever, conniving boy.
I-I-I’m not —
You see?
You already know the basics to performing a good magic trick
For the magician distracts his audience with one hand…
In order to sneak something away with the right.
You, boy, cannot fool me with your innocent act.
At first Jacob is stunned by the accusation.
But then, in a sudden burst of confidence, he realizes that he may be able to dig up dirt on the magician —
Or catch him in a lie —
So Jacob shouts at the man in front of him.
And what — or should I say who — are you sneaking away, exactly?!
Would you be sneaking someone INTO the faire?
Someone who just wants to go back to their happy life?
DON’T yell at me, boy.
I was only doing what was right.
Besides, who are you to define happiness?
What?
I didn’t ask you a hard question.
Can you really know whether someone is happy?
Can you know just by looking at them?
Jacob crosses his arms in front of him, speaking sarcastically.
Um… I’ve kinda had a few conversations with her.
Oh-HO! A few, you say?
Jacob searches Malvolio’s eyes.
Why doesn’t the magician understand that Jacob knows Emily
Better than anyone else?
Could he and Malvolio be talking about different people?
Malvolio sniffs.
You disgust me.
Malvolio leans in close, poking a thick finger into Jacob’s chest.
You act like you know everything…
But in reality, I know more than you’ll ever BEGIN to understand.
You, boy, know nothing at all.
I-I-I don’t —
Malvolio spins quickly, waving his cape around him.
He throws up a hand,
But doesn’t turn back when he calls his final words at Jacob.
Be gone! Or I’m calling the cops.
Jacob knows when he shouldn’t wait around.
He races toward his bike and doesn’t even slow his pace before hopping on it.
He desperately wants to text Celia, but doesn’t wait a moment until he’s safely home and in his bed.
But once he’s nestled under the covers, an incoming text lights up his phone.
There’s a giraffe in my pen.
What?
The giraffe. He was looking right at me before.
What does that mean though?
Emily, you’re not making any sense.
I gotta go.
No! Emily, wait!
Please?
EMILY?!
Jacob takes a few minutes to allow his panicked heart
To beat at a normal pace. Then he texts Celia.
Celia? It’s me.
Do you know anything about a giraffe?
Em said that there was a giraffe in her pen. Do you know what that means?
Is it some kind of clue?
Sorry, but I don’t know.
Ugh, I feel terrible. I wish I did.
Don’t beat yourself up. I don’t have the slightest idea either.
I’m glad you’re awake though — I didn’t think you’d be up.
I haven’t been able to sleep.
Too worried about Em, you know?
Yeah, I know ☹
But if we keeping looking, we’ll find her.
I was dumb to think this giraffe thing could be a real clue.
We can’t dwell on it. It’ll only distract us from the suspects — it’s gotta be someone who works there, right?
I think so. It’s like you were saying…it’s probably someone who kidnapped Emily because of her arm.
Yeah. Let’s not get into it with Officer Veil, okay?
I think he should stay focused on the suspects at the faire instead of chasing weird texts from Emily that don’t make sense.
Yeah, I agree. We know Emily the best, and we couldn’t figure it out. There’s no way Officer Veil will.
And honestly, I don’t think the giraffe thing even sounded like her.
She’s not usually cryptic like that.
Do you think someone took her phone?
God, I hope not.
Yeah, it’d be terrible to lose contact with her.
Anyway, how DID it go with Officer Veil today?
Jacob tells Celia about his conversation with Officer Veil and how he snuck out that night.
He also tells her about the frightening magician at the faire.
I know the contortionist was creepy, but after my conversation with Malvolio…
I just feel like it’s gotta be him.
He legit said that he thought he was doing something right by sneaking someone into the faire.
Yeah but Jacob…
Didn’t you just tell me that you weren’t 100 percent sure that you were talking about the same person?
Didn’t he insinuate that you’d only talked to the person he snuck into the faire a few times?
I’m just not sure he’s talking about Emily.
Okay, fine — maybe he wasn’t THAT time.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the capacity to sneak someone else in.
Maybe he DID sneak Emily in, and he was just referring to a different victim!
Jacob, I don’t know…
I feel like you might be coming up with a big scheme because you’re tired and stressed.
But it’s HIM! I know it!!
Look, don’t get mad at me for asking this but…
Does this have anything to do with the fact that Rosemary is his wife?
What?!
Jacob, please…I’ve read all your texts about her.
And I’m Em’s best friend…
So I can tell you like her.
Rosemary?
I mean, she’s nice and all, but she’s MARRIED.
Besides, I have more important things to focus on.
Like finding your sister?
Exactly. Look, let’s table this for now — I’ll text you when I wake up tomorrow?
Definitely. I want to get to the faire asap.
Jacob falls into a fitful sleep, anxious about his day and for the morning to come.
But when he wakes up to his mother’s scream, echoing from the downstairs kitchen,
He wishes he could go back to the land of dreams and make believe.
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