Nodding, Lara poured some water, handing Moira a glass. "Nothing will happen because no one is going to tell them." Leaning back in her chair, Lara wracked her brains for someone that would discreet but useful. "There's one person you might want to speak to. Spencer. At the Library. He's the towns authority on the that time period. He'd be able to help. And he's discreet."