Lucille Faraday
Location: End's Store and Post
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 10.09.1994 (SAT)
Weather: Overcast
That wasn’t what she expected at all.
Part of her had expected something more grandiose based off the way Mr. Pinkerton had been talking—but it wasn’t as if this was a terrible find. No, it was definitely good, and Lucille mentally chided herself for her unrealistic expectations. What fate had decided to bless her with today was, without a doubt, quite the boon. The contents would definitely be useful for the investigation at hand… if it was recent enough.
There was a question on her mind, though…
“Thank you very much,” she said, her enthusiasm evident. “But if I may ask… why was this printed? I don’t mean to offend… but does a small town like this need something like a tourism booklet printed out?”
Well, judging by the book’s size, calling it a booklet was the wrong sort of comparison. Even so, that still didn’t change the nature of her question. What was the target audience for this book? Her business sense was practically eating at her thinking about it.
“Then again… I suppose you’re right in that it’s definitely helpful for someone like me,” Lucille said with a laugh.