chp17 The game is afoot

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Darya

I'm searching through my emails for something to write about.  Sky sits next to me, “what are you doing?” she asks.

“Going through my emails, why?”

She picks up my notebook and reads, “you know one mystery you haven't done yet,”

I finally looked up at her, “what?”

The mystery of…

“Why was Isabella even there? Like why was she even there.”

“Why was she?” I question. Pulling out my notepad, i start to write some questions down i hope to answer. After finishing writing the questions down, my phone pings multiple times. Someone has licked a bunch of my pictures from now to last year. Creep. I tap on his profile, no mutals. I pondered whether I should send him a text but that train of thoughts stopped abruptly as I got a message from Max. he has been annoying lately. We had got into a heated argument on the phone.

Max
HI hows freelancing
Good y
What do you know about the Metalic Club
Y.
Its for a story
Not much, find your own info.
Stop relying on me
Don't need to be rude
I was just askin

Excuse me.

Ever since i stated working with you, you have been hostile
Y

Because i know what you did to Lucas

I say out of no where, but its ture one day Lucas had been at work the next day he appears. No word form Lucas i had texted him a few days after his mystrous leav and quick replacement with Max.  but the messages wherenot how he usslay types. Luca is an old soul, hates messaging and would rather talk. And definitely does not use abbreviations. Max had always been strange, always asking if he could come over to my house, send something to my house.

Max

What do you mean

I know

Where are you

You have blocked this user.

Something about the tone of the convocation gets to me. I go to the window, opening the curtain a bit at any sound for the rest of the night. But nothing happened

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