Chance✔️

Chapter 13: Jamie

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So here we are, back in the UK.

I have a stunning girlfriend, and Kyron and I have kinda become best friends lately. Life's sorta sorted. I'm living with my old foster sister, so that's a little awkward, but I frankly don't have anything against her. To be honest, I think she's quite pretty.

Today we're meeting Chief Detective of the whole of Crofley's and Berkley's. He's the second most well-known detective in the world, and we're meeting him in just a couple of hours! I'm excited to start this. I got into Crofley's when I auditioned at my new school. Ashlyn had just moved out to go to New Zealand and my parents asked me to sign up for it too. I had to move schools to one that did Crofley's crime club auditions and somehow, I got in. They said that I was so good, that they moved me to the 15-year-olds who attend Crofley's. You have to be 13 to audition but it's the 15-year-olds that get to solve the most crimes, and work the most at Crofley's. My family just wanted to get rid of me, I honestly think. I don't mind though, I don't need them anyway. That's why I spent so much time in my room listening to heavy metal rock music and playing guitar. I was really loving it in New Zealand and I'm loving the whole experience as a whole. If I had never come to Berkley's/Crofley's, I never would have met Brooklyn, the prettiest girl on the planet, and I never would have fallen in love. I don't regret this for the  whole world, as of now.

We get in the car and I sit next to Brooke in the back, sitting in the middle and left seat. Brooke and Ash's supervisor, Lisha, is going to be looking after all of us whilst we're here solving the Koolsbelle Killers crime, and so far, she seems really nice. Ash and KB are sat in the very back of the 7-seater car that Lisha has hired, and Myliey sits in the front seat, next to Lisha. Lisha drove up to our dorm early this morning to check on us and to prepare us for meeting Sir Harold Loffiet, or let's just call him Loffy, as a nickname.

We arrive at the Chief Detective's institute in Koolsbelle, Bridgewood after just a short drive. The 5 of us step outside of the car and follow Lisha into the building. We aren't going to be staying in the UK long; the main reason for us coming here was to just gather information about the crime, and then go back home to New Zealand to try and solve it. We walk into Harold Loffiet's office and at first glance, he seems like a very intriguing man. He sits in his office with a sign at the front of his desk, kind of like the ones teachers have in front of their desks at parents' evening, which reads:

'Chief Detective of the UK- Sir Harold Loffiet."

Woah. I never knew he's Chief Detective of the whole UK. That's pretty cool!

He sits back in his chair. It looks like a chair you would find in Buckingham Palace or something. It looks quite royal and prominent. It's a sort of red velvet and has gold metal around the rim. Maybe it's brass, I'm not sure. Loffy has a very traditional-style moustache. You know, it's black, curly and looks very professional. He doesn't have a beard, but he has black hair with a bald spot and glasses. He has brown eyes and they're such a rich, dark brown, they almost look black. Whatever colour they are, they can stare into your soul. The five of us sit down and I can't help but get lost in his beady eyes, getting creepily lost in their depths, whilst he discusses about all his important roles and blah, blah. Suddenly, I feel a tapping sensation on my right shoulder. I turn my head and notice Brooke trying to get my attention.

She whispers in my ear, "This is really boring, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I whisper-scream back. I think Lisha heard me so I quickly turn my head around and look at Loffy. This time, I'm just getting bored off his face. Unlike before when I was sucked into his soul, all I see now is a middle-aged man who, I guess, looks like a lawyer. I don't have the slightest clue what he's saying so I look around the room. Ashlyn nods at me and then kind of rolls her eyes towards Loffy as if to say: 'Concentrate.'
Maybe she is trying to say that. I turn back around and actually start listening to what Harold Loffiet is saying to us. I hear him talking about how he is going to keep track of our progress and keep track of where we are when we look around Koolsbelle, looking for clues. A little creepy, but I'm okay with it. He also continues on about how to find clues and how we can find links to solve the killers. One thing he says sticks out to me, though.