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We get into Lisha's car and we're off again to go to the secret party venue to meet this new detective and solve the KK crime. I can't wait, but a part of me is nervous. This was the place where my girlfriend was nearly killed, and my best friend was shot, for Christ's sake. It's a traumatic place for all of us, and I think that once we go back to New Zealand, we won't want to come back here to the UK. Ever. I don't know where my parents are now; I haven't spoken to them since I joined Crofley's. I don't think they care about me anyway, and I don't think they ever did in the first place. I wonder where my little sister Addi is too. She's 6 and I haven't seen her for a very long time. I don't exactly miss her though. Ever since she was born, she's been an idiot who strops every 10 minutes. Actually, I guess you could say that I hate her.
If my family knew where I am now, I don't know how they would feel. In the past couple of months, I've witnessed someone being shot (and performed CPR on them), got a proper girlfriend, made a best friend, flown to the other side of the world and back, lived with 4 15-year-olds, and more. I'm sort of proud of myself to be honest. We pull into the SPV (secret party venue) and we're being warmly welcomed by a detective.
"Hello," he says, "I'm detective Rufus Hinds. I'm going to show you some more evidence for the KK crime. Follow me; Lisha can come too."
He takes us to his office, Lisha following closely behind. I look to my right and I see Ashlyn tearing up and Brooke giving her a hug. She's probably stressed. After what happened last time, I'm not surprised. I'm a little stressed too- I'm just handling it well.We all sit down and Rufus starts to say, "Right, so I'm Rufus, and I'm the deputy head detective of the UK. We've found more evidence for the KK crime." He then pulls out a piece of plastic from a drawer. It's red and translucent With it are some 3D moulds of fingerprints. He then pulls out a magnifying glass, puts his glasses on and then looks carefully over the fingerprints. "So these are moulds of some fingerprints that were found in the dungeon," he adds. Ashlyn starts to cry again; no one can mention the words 'dungeon' or 'basement' anymore. Brooke leans over to comfort her and I watch the whole time.
"If you want to look at these fingerprints," he says, passing me a little machine with about 3 buttons on with a built-in digital mini keyboard that you can actually type on. "Here, Jamie. So yeah, if you want to look at these fingerprints, maybe the 3 of you could try and figure something out. Like...whose fingerprints they are. Good luck. Now Lisha, come with me." Rufus and Lisha leave the room to go to an unknown place. I walk over to the girls and say, "Hey, come on. Let's solve this crime!" Ash takes the little machine and the fingerprint moulds off me and analyses them carefully.
"Hm, this looks interesting," She says, wiping her tears. Brooke takes it off her and stares into it deeply. She then passes it back to me, I look at it, and then Rufus Hinds walks back into the room. Rufus takes the fingerprints and the machine off me, and puts it back on his desk. I don't know where he went with Lisha, but she comes back and sits next to me. "So," Rufus says, "What did you find about the fingerprints? Anything?"
"Nah, not much," I reply."Right then," he says, (he has a bit of an obsession with saying 'right.') "I'll show you what to do. So here we have the suspects," He whips an iPad out from another drawer. "And if we scan the moulds through the machine and then match them up to the iPad, we can get a decent idea of who was at the SPV. That doesn't automatically tell us who the killers were though; it just tells us who could have been there. We'll study other evidence later. I'll take you to the SPV and we can look at more evidence. Sound good?"
"Uhh, sure?" Brooke replies, confused. Ash nods her head and I don't say or do anything. He leaves the room again with Lisha and the 3 of us are left to sort out these fingerprints.
"So what are we doing?" Ash asks.
"Uhh," I groan, "Let me take over." I show them what to do and like I said- take over.
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Teen FictionAshlyn is a teenage girl who has been in foster care for over half of her life. She's sick of it- and she waits helplessly to either be adopted, or to become an adult so she doesn't have to be in foster care anymore. At school, she gets the chance...