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CHAPTER TWENTY Death Compass ‿︵‿︵‿︵
(PRESENT)
John B assuredly had a death compass.
Her hazel eyes followed John B's finger that traced over the timeline. Each of the owners had died in possession of the compass. Not to mention that Big John had disappeared, the latest person to have a hold on the instrument. Now it sat in his son's enclosed palm.
"It's cursed, and made it's way back to you" JJ argued, fully believing that was the only reason it came back to his friend. Avery hated to admit that it could be possible.
"Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes" John B ignored Pope and JJ's bickering. He sat down and started to unscrew the back of the compass with fumbling hands.
"What's that?" Kiara's eyes caught onto the engraving on the inside.
"That wasn't there before," John B mumbled, analysing the writing. His head twisted up to look between his friends that hovered around him, "this is my dad's handwriting"
"How can you know that?" Pope voiced, catching the glare Avery sent his way. He was trying to believe for the sake of his best friend but it still seemed ridiculous for him.
"He did use to do his R's like that, like, with the– you see?" Avery butted in. She leaned over the brunets shoulder and her finger traced the cursive letter on the cold metal.
"Can I see it?" JJ perked up and leaned over to see the engraved side. His front subconsciously pushed against Avery's side. The girl slowly withdrawn her finger to give him a clear view of the lettering, taking in a sharp breath as she realised the close proximity. JJ attempted to read the unclear word, "Red– Rout. No, I think that's a A"
"It says Redfield" Avery snickered, gently nudging her elbow into JJ's rib. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at her and nudged her back. "Does that mean anything?"
"Besides the most common name in the county" Pope raised his eyebrows, pointing a look back at the blonde as she frowned at him.
"Or, maybe it's a clue?" She offered, patting John B's shoulder with a tight smile.
He nodded, "maybe it's a clue to where he's hiding"
"A clue? Come on, that's—" Pope's eyes widened as he glanced between the two girls that gave him an angry stare once again. "But if it is a clue, maybe it's an anagram?"
