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[Marlowe Phillips]

"No, no." I shook my head. "They aren't our fetches. We know Steve's is here. These other two are locals. The changelings they represent either haven't escaped Arcadia or have returned to somewhere distant, like you did. That's the most likely, anyway. The hedgeway was already there. They're using it for something."

"As for the priest, most of the mundanes don't appreciate changelings. If they can see us for what we are, they are often put off by our inhuman appearance, even the pretty among us." I shrugged. "It sounds like he's knows something, but I wouldn't jump to conclusions."

"I was hired by Bonnie's parents to find her and bring her home. She was a runaway teen. I did my job, brought her back and everyone was happy. Except me." I shook my head again. "It didn't feel right. I kept looking. I didn't find her, but I found those who took her. And, they took me."

[Tiffani Noelle]

Tiffani manages to wrestle with the ear of corn, getting it mostly clear of that annoying coat of thick plant material that the actual cob hides in. "Oh, i see ... " she said and nodded her understanding. "So if these fetches belong to locals whom we don't even know - it really doesn't concern us, then, does it? We're not in the business of taking down every fetch we see. Unless, of course, you have reason to believe these fetches are involved in the murder of those other Changelings."

She sits down on the edge of the picnic table and studies the ear of corn carefully, plucking a kernel or two out of the cob. "And ... uh ... " she looks over at Marlowe for a moment, then back down at the corn she's studying. "Not to sound belittling, but I really don't understand. You found her and everyone was happy. But you weren't. So you went out and continued looking for a girl you already found?" She looked back to Marlowe her almond-shaped eyes full of curiosity. "What - do you think you brought her fetch home but she is still out there? Maybe she's still in Arcadia, too? And who took you, Marlowe? The fey?"

[Marlowe Phillips]

"At the time, I didn't know." I explained. "It was just a feeling. Everything went a bit too easily. So, I kept investigating. That got the attention of the fey who had taken her. They took me and I got traded to a gentry who collected detectives. I don't know what happened to her. She may still be there. She may be on the other side of the world. I'm still going to look when I can."

"I don't have anything against fetches, myself. Mine helped a lot of people while I was gone. He still does. But, I think there's a good chance that any fetches here in Maize may have an idea of what's going on."

[Tiffani Noelle]

Tiffani remained quiet for awhile after hearing about this Bonnie person, eventually clearing away the rest of the cob so that she held a pristine ear of corn in her hand. "So it's true what they say about detectives," she finally said as she popped a few kernals out of the cob. "Every detective has that one case that haunts them - that one unsolved case that they can't let go."

She flipped the ear of corn a few times in her hand. "And now you're offering to take me clear to Texas - and something tells me that Bonnie isn't in Texas or that's where you'd be going regardless. Not Kansas City and Chicago."

She tossed the corn end over end high into the air and deftly catches it in her opposite hand. She smirked slightly and said, "Yeah, I was a majorette for awhile. I wonder why there aren't any minorettes." She chuckled, paying closer attention to the ear of corn she held. All of this strangeness, perhaps even murder, over corn. Corn! As if there isn't enough of it or something.

"So what do you want to do about all of these fetches running around? I mean, it does make me nervous what, with so much supernatural mambo-jahambo happening in this tiny little town. Something's not right here - as if this area is some kind of nexus or natural gateway to the Hedge or, worse, to Arcadia. And that's what really scares me. Who knows what will come scampering out of that shed? Perhaps a certain gentry that collects detectives - now that's odd, but that's the fey for you - or a bored Keeper who wants her little pet faerie back. Ya know?"

[Marlowe Phillips]

"I may never find her." I admitted. "But, it wouldn't be right to stop looking. Have to figure Maize out anyway. I think we're going to have to start questioning the locals directly, if we want to figure this out."