Outside the door of Madison's office, the small woman with the dark hair waited. She bit her lower lip as she thought. There were too many things that just didn't add up. Too many strange things had happened lately that, take separately, wouln't mean much, but together they added up to something very troubling.

She was relatively new to the folk festival, and was not privy to most of the behind the scenes gossip. She really had no interest in such things, or in the power struggles that seemed to turn the whole thing into a writhing mess of maggots fighting over a rank piece of meat. She just wanted to play music and laugh and have fun. But somehow, she felt she had unwittingly gotten herself caught up in the behind the scenes machinations.

She thought about it a little bit longer, and then took a small envelope out of her pocket and slid it under the door. She didn't know if any good would come of this, but she didn't know what else to do...