OMG, A CUL8R Time Travel Mystery by Bob Kat Page A

from Fort Myers.
    Scott read aloud as Kelly and Austin hover ed over his shoulder. “Maybe the newspaper archives will have something.”  He typed in the name of the newspaper and hit the enter button.  At the bottom was the link for searching the entire archives on-line from their local paper.  “Crap . . . it only goes back to 1999.”
    “We’ll have to go to the library!” Kel ly declared.
    “The l ibrary?  In the summer? Is it even open?”  Austin tilted his chair back and propped his feet up on the lawnmower.
    “Kelly’s right . . . the old newspapers would be there on microfilm or in stacks somewhere.  I’ve never looked anything up like this before, but it should have the whole story.  This was bound to make the news.” Scott was energized.
    “ Old school research, huh Scott?” Kelly teased.
    “Tomorrow .  You drive Austin?”
    “10 a.m. sharp.  I need my beauty rest, you know,” Austin agreed.
    Kelly hated to be the one to bring it up, but her stomach was growling.   “Anyone hungry?”
    “I could eat,” Austin said. “What did you have in mind?”
    “I saw a grill in Aunt Jane’s backyard by the pool.  Maybe we could get some dogs, buns and stuff.”
    “I’m in.” Scott got up from the chair.  “Will your aunt mind?”
    “I don’t think so .  You’re my friends and we’re bringing our own food.  She gave me money today to spend . . . should be fine.”
    “Let’s head to the store. ” Austin walked outside, followed by Kelly and Scott.
    Within an hour, the gas grill was heating up and the hamburgers and hot dogs were ready to put on the rack.  Condiments, several bags of chips and paper plates to make clean-up easier waited on the patio table.
    “Who’s the cook here?” Scott ask ed.
    “Hey, move over caveman.”  Kelly grabbed the utensil out of Scott’s hand and gave him a hip bump that was a little more vigorous than she intended.  Instead of moving him out of the way, she nearly knocked him over.  “Oops . . . sorry.”
    “Sure , pick on the geeky guy.  One day you may need my protection,” Scott promised ominously.  “One day.”
    “ Better look out, Scott. She’s surprisingly strong.”
    “Kelly, heads up,” Scott mumbled to her.  “POS.”
    “What?” Kelly asked.
    “Parent over shoulder,” Scott whispered.
    Kelly turned ar ound and smiled.  “Hi Aunt Jane . . . can we cook you dinner?”
    “Why . . . sure.  That sounds good.”  She focused a steely stare at the boys.  It was the same look she gave suspects when she was interviewing them.  “This must be Scott and Austin.”
    “Yes ma ’am.  I’m Scott.  I live next door.” He pointed over the fence toward his house.
    “Hello , Ms. Jane. I’m Austin and I live one more house down.” His hand performed two bounces over the backyard fences for emphasis.
    “I t’s nice to meet you guys.  What did you all do today?”
    “We hung at Scott’s and went to the store for this food.  Tomorrow they’re going to take me to the library downtown,” Kelly spoke up.  “Maybe we can swing by the high school.  I’m anxious to see where I’ll be going this fall.”
    “I need to change out of these lawyer threads.”  Jane smiled.  “I’ll take my hamburger rare.”
    “I’ll wait until I see you walk out before I put it on,” Kelly said.
    Her aunt returned to the house as Kelly started placing meat on the grill.
    “She seems pretty cool ,” Scott concluded.  “Nobody in the neighborhood even knew what she looks like.  We sort of believed the house was haunted.”
    “ Oh great, now I have to worry about ghosts, too?” Kelly exclaimed.
    “Like we haven’t been talking to one all day,” Austin added.
    “Oh, right.  A plain old ghost would be sort of anti-climatic now, wouldn’t it?”  She laughed.
    “Wendy’s story really creeps me out,” Austin said.
    “I agree.  It’s so sad. No one should die young.”  She couldn’t help but think about her