Lady in the Locket

A dare's a dare.

You gotta do it.

I don't want to anymore.

This place freaks me out.

Yeah, it was creepy enough when the old lady

lived here, but now...

Don't be babies.

You've been in there lots of times.

Not since she died.

It feels different now.

I don't like it.

Yeah.

How do you even get in there?

Don't worry, I got that covered.

And I know the code to that front door.

What if someone sees us?

Looks like someone already does.

Fine, I'll go first, bunch of chickens.

OK, that's not working.

I'm just trying the code.

Hey, so the code's not working either.

Let's try the side door.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

That's it, we're going back.

It's going to work this time.

Watch.

Let's go inside.

No way.

I'm not going inside.

Fine, I'll go inside.

Peter Christiansan, Lucas Manning,

and Chloe Hunter, youngest criminals in Coppertown.

Let me guess who the ringleader is.

Dispatch, I'm down at Lola's place.

You think you can send the Sheriff out?

Roger on Union 121.

What do you got?

Painting something?

Trespassing and attempted breaking and entering.

No damage done.

I caught them before they entered.

Looks like she got new tools.

Looks like I need to find a better hiding place.

The two accomplices got a stern talking

to before I sent them home.

But I thought you'd want to deal with this one yourself.

Yes, I do.

Well, I'll just give you two a minute.

Chloe.

Have you been watching those true crime shows again?

But, Dad, I just wanted to go inside.

I wasn't going to do anything.

I taught you better than this.

But, Dad, I just wanted to see if Lola...

Does Ms. Booth know you're here?

Or did you sneak out again?

Look, you're 0 for 2.

I know you like to think of yourself as an adult.

That's probably my fault for not being around much.

But you're still just a kid.

You can't go wandering around town all by yourself.

But, Dad, I wasn't by myself.

Really?

Thing one and thing two don't count.

Besides, those boys are way too old to be hanging out with.

You should be playing with kids your own age.

But, Dad, all the other kids were too scared.

Chloe, it might not look like it,

but I'm just trying to keep you safe.

If something happened to you, if there is an accident,

I just can't lose you.

Like mom?

Yeah, like mom.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's OK.

I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

It's just a phase, Shane.

She's a good kid.

She'll outgrow it.

I hope so.

No one warns you the grieving process never ends.

Thanks, Hank.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It's good.

Ready to go, Chlo?

Come on, Chlo, let's go home.

Come on.

Everybody's trying to tell me how to be happy.

Think I'd still be feeling blue.

Because it's all coming at me.

There's got to be something original there.

I hear every good writer talks to themselves.

I'd believe it if everything I wrote

didn't sound like a rip off of Edgar Allen Poe.

Nevermore.

Imposter syndrome.

Every writer gets it, especially after they

published their first book.

Really?

I haven't met one yet without it.

You think you'd make your deadline?

If I crank out 5,000 words a day.

That's the easy part.

OK, says the New York Times bestseller.

It's a romance, right?

Uh, romantic mystery.

So what you got to do is draw from past relationships and...

Right.

Your longest relationship has been with that laptop.

And it's been mutually beneficial.

You know how they say those who can't do teach?

In your case, it goes, those who don't live, great.

You should try it sometime.

I will have time for a life later.

Stop distracting me.

It's my editor.

Tara, hi.

Darcy, what a pleasant surprise

to actually hear your voice.

I know.

I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you.

I'm working on it right now.

Really?

At a coffee shop surrounded by other writers as we speak.

Good.

You know, I was a little concerned

when you asked for an extension and then went MIA.

How's it looking?

Full of potential.

Great.

Can't wait to read it.

Tara, just how firm is my deadline?

I mean, just in case I can't...

Concrete.

Right.

Well, I better get to it.

Yes, you should.

Three weeks can really fly by.

Keep me posted.

I will.

Editors, they can be such nags.

Amen.

Tara, I won't miss my deadline.

I'm trying to reach Darcy Jacobs.

Sorry about that.

Never mind.

This is Darcy.

Ms. Jacobs, my name is Ammon Adams.

I am the attorney representing the estate of Lucinda Platt.

Lucinda Platt?

Yes.

She also went by the stage name Lola Draper.

Aunt Lola?

Did you say estate?

Did she die?

I'm afraid so.

About a month ago.

I'm so sorry that you didn't know.

She had a will, in which she named you heir to her estate.

There's some paperwork to complete,

and the property is yours.

You'll be able to come to Coppertown?

Where's Coppertown?

Utah.

I'll come as soon as I can.

Thanks.

Is everything OK?

My aunt passed away.

Oh, no.

I... I'm so sorry.

She and I were so close when I was a kid.

I haven't heard from her in years.

I thought she had forgotten about me.

Oh, hey, hey.

Let me help you with that.

Thank you.

You sure you don't want me to come along?

I'm sure, Dad.

I will be fine.

But what about your book?

I was able to get a couple extra weeks.

I'm just going to write while I'm there.

And how long are you going to be there?

Long enough to sort her things and get the house on the market.

Hey, let me help with that.

I can handle that.

I can take care of the repairs.

I can get a realtor.

I can do it.

It's OK.

You are a stubborn as Lola.

It's about the nicest thing I've

ever heard you say about her.

Well, we both kind of had a mutual love-hate relationship.

We both loved you and your mom, hated each other.

Yeah.

Mom gone, it just really tipped the scales.

I just wish I knew why she left.