stop.â
âThe townâs layout changed when passenger train travel stopped being so popular. At the time, no one knew that the town would become what it has become, and trains donât travel through here anymore. It might someday be a good idea to re-create all that, though probably not at the end of your street. Weâd need a new location.â Jake pulled the first few pictures off the pile. âHere, look at these.â
The pictures were all black and white, or perhaps sepiawould be a better description. The building in the first one was definitely the one Iâd seen during Robertâs visit.
âThatâs it, the Broken Rope station. I think this was all red,â I said as I pointed to the darker tones.
âReally? Oh, thatâs great to know. What else do you remember?â
âThe shutters were white. Not off-white, but bright white. The building that I visited was clean, almost as if it was brand new.â
âWhat year was it?â
âI can tell you the exact day Grace thought it was. August 16, 1888.â
âGood to know.â Jake wrote the date on a piece of scratch paper.
âSomethingâs different, though.â I inspected one of the pictures.
âWhat?â Jake inspected it, too.
âIâm not sure. Itâs like itâs
almost
the building, but itâs a little off.â
âCould that just be you? Your memory or the fact that it was part of a ghost visit?â
âProbably,â I said. âNo, this is the one. Must be. Itâs too close not to be.â
âAll right. Take a look at these. One of them might be the other station.â
Jake pulled out three more pictures, one at a time. âThis one is from Vicksburg, Mississippi. I donât know if she was from anywhere near Vicksburg, but itâs the only Mississippi station picture Iâve found so far.â He pointed to the next one. âThis one is from Little Rock; she would have gone throughthere to get to Broken Rope from Mississippi. And, this one is from Frankland, Missouri, right down the road from usâwell, by a couple hours; she might have gone through there, too. These are the only pictures Iâve been able to find so far, but Iâm still working on it.â
The three stations were all very different. The Vicksburg station was impressive, wider than the Broken Rope station, two stories with a round balcony coming out from the middle of the top floor.
âNot this one,â I said as I pointed at the Vicksburg station. âItâs beautiful.â
The Little Rock station was also impressive. It wasnât wide, but it stood two stories tall with a long platform and what looked like loading docks extending backwards away from the main building.
âNo, this isnât it.â I pointed at the Little Rock picture.
The Frankland station might have been the one, but it was difficult to tell from the picture. It was a side view with the building barely visible. I could see it was one story and fairly simple, but not much more than that.
âI donât know, Jake, this might be it. Itâs the closest of these three, thatâs for sure, but I just donât know. Any other angles?â
âNot yet, but Iâll keep looking. Thatâs interesting to note, though,â Jake said. âIf this is the station and if Grace was killed here, that means she might not have made it to Broken Rope. On her route, Frankland would have been before Broken Rope.â
I picked up the picture and looked even closer. Finally, I shrugged.
âI just canât be sure. I should have paid better attention to the buildings. Sorry.â
âI can keep looking. Iâll find some more shots of the Frankland station.â
âThank you.â
The air in the room suddenly changed, and became scentedâto me at least.
âUh-oh, I think we have a visitor,â I said as I looked around for Grace. Her