Wood Sprites(185)
“Oh no,” Louise whispered.
Zahara pointed the finger at Elle with “That witch sold your pictures to the tabloids!”
And then another from Elle. “That horrible photographer from my party figured out who you were! He’s sold the picture of you two made up as elves!” And then a minute later, a second text. “YOU’RE PRINCESS TINKER’S SISTERS?” Followed by a series of “?” and “!” marks.
“No, no, no,” Louise whispered, scrolling down. How did anyone know that?
Iggy texted again. “They’re just making wild guesses by saying that you know all that stuff about Elfhome because you’re Princess Tinker’s little sisters. Right? Yeah, you look a lot like her, but that not because you’re related. Right?” And then an hour later. “How did you know that Princess Tinker saved Windwolf?”
Zahara reported more damage. “Elle says she didn’t do it but her mother had her photographer film the play. He recognized your music. He started a bidding war for the video.”
Louise groaned. She’d been so stupid. Pressed for time, she’d used all their normal music composing tools that included the digital recreations of the Elfhome instruments. Any claims that they were the creators of the Lemon-Lime videos might have been discounted if it wasn’t for the collaborating evidence of their signature music.
Zahara had reported more bad news while they were locked in Yves’s magical cage. The Jello Shots had waded into battle, a hundred thousand strong, determined to find out the truth. Like data locusts, they swarmed the school computer, found the student list for the twins’ class, and went after home computers looking for evidence. Unlike the twins’ personal systems, the other students’ were easy prey.
Louise called up the Jello Shot forum and winced at what their fans had stolen. Everything from the anti-mermaid music video to set designs to costume sketches were mined, shared, compared to existing Lemon-Lime work, and debated in detail. In Giselle’s computer, the Jello Shots found the ultimate proof. While the twins were working on their response to Nigel’s shout-out, they hadn’t noticed Giselle filming them. She sat behind them in class and managed to get a clear shot of Louise animating the first act while Jillian wrote dialogue. Louise always thought that she crawled through the process, but removed by time and place, she realized that she worked at an amazing speed. She pulled up old sets from previous videos, worked camera angles, blocked in characters, did special effects, and fiddled with lighting angles. And then, proving to be a ninjalike stalker, Giselle managed to film them recording the lines in the girls’ restroom.
“Lemon-Lime is so super amazing awesome cute!” The Jello Shots mostly agreed (there were still hold-outs that didn’t believe the evidence) and then tore into the twins’ life. In the course of an hour, they knew everything that could be known about the girls. The dust explosion in their playhouse. The bomb outside their school. Their connection to the bomber. Their parents’ death. The custody battle.
The Jello Shots reeled at what they found and poured out their sympathy. To Louise’s alarm, their attention moved from what the twins had done in the past to where they were now. “They’re only nine years old! Has anyone seen them since the play? They weren’t at the funeral! Why didn’t they go? Where are they? Did something happen to them?”
How did the Jello Shots find out that they weren’t at the funeral? She discovered there was an entire thread of the fans calling the funeral home and grilling the staff as to who attended.
Louise’s phone vibrated.
It was Iggy again. “Please let me know you’re okay!”
Was it really Iggy texting her? Or was Yves using Iggy to find the twins? Was Iggy in danger too? If Yves wasn’t using Iggy, then contacting him directly might make him a target.
She took out her tablet and found an unsecure network and tapped into it.
“Who are you calling?” Jillian asked.
“Iggy. Something’s wrong.”
He picked up on the first ring with a cautious, “Hello?”
“Say ‘Who is this’ if there’s someone threatening you.”
“What?”
“Is someone looking for us?”
“Huh? I am. And half the free world. Where are you?”
Louise considered possible answers. “We’re safe. For now.”
“You weren’t hurt in the explosion?”
“Which one?” She winced. People normally don’t have multiple explosions in their lives.
“The one in Alpine! Your Grandmother’s house blew up! Lemon-Lime Love just broke the news a few minutes ago.”