CHAPTER FIFTY ONE – FINDING THE OWNER

As they walked down the street, a flashing sign caught Scarlett's eye. "Oh! Look over there!" She pointed to a carnival that had been set up in a nearby lot, whimsical music and the scent of funnel cakes wafting from the colorful tents and rides. Clara followed her gaze and grinned. "A carnival? Perfect place for a clown!" "My thoughts exactly!" Scarlett grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her toward the entrance. "Let's go have one last look around." They wandered amongst the games and rides, searching for any sign of a party clown. After a few fruitless loops, Scarlett sighed. "Maybe this really was a silly - " She stopped short as a sudden thought struck her. "Wait! I have his phone. There could be clues on it about where he works or performs!" "Why didn't we think of that hours ago?" Clara smacked her forehead. "No idea. I blame the hospital releasing me without my full mental capacities," Scarlett joked as she pulled up the phone and started tapping through it. She opened