The town was tiny, with only a few main streets.The Aurora Café sat beside the central square, small and old-fashioned, with a warm, cozy feel.The moment Preston and Liam stepped inside, heat and the rich smell of coffee washed over them.The owner was an elderly local man with gray hair and a kind face.He looked surprised when two clearly foreign men rushed in.Preston barely bothered with pleasantries.In halting English, helped along by gestures, he asked urgently, “The woman who played piano here. Did she work here? Her name was Summer?” Mr. Leedon had told them her new name was Summer.The old man understood.He nodded, then shook his head.“Yes, Summer. She worked here for about two months. Very quiet girl. Played piano beautifully. Customers liked her.”His English was heavily accented and slow.“But she was always very cautious. Like she was afraid of people. Especially men.”Preston's chest tightened painfully.Liam's face went even paler.“Where did she go?”
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