Mystery at Mavadi!

Chapter 28!

Last chapter, you guys. :(

Really sad actually... I'm going to miss all these characters...

Ah well, I'll write another book anyway...

Recap:

"Wrong!" He yelled, triumphant. "Rayne did too!"

"Okay, but he's... Oh Robin, he's dead!"

"He faked it once!" Robin's voice was charged with excitement, "He can do it again!"

That was a pretty cool theory, but could it be true?

I caught up with him. "You're sure of this?"

He started running now that I was beside him. I kept up.

"Pretty sure."

"So where are you going now?"

"The secret lair."

"Why?"

"Which is the one place Rayne would want to stand and gloat about his victory?"

I thought for a while. A light went on.

"The whipping room."

Robin hi-fived me as we ran to the forest where the opening to the lair was.

Chapter 28

 There was a huge gap where the small hole had once been.

"Hurry!" Of course, Robin jumped in.

"Lair- Forest- Quick," I texted Alex and Susan.

I jumped in after the crazed idiot who'd already started walking into the tunnel. I caught up with him and together we walked through the dark tunnelway. We reached the crates room but now it wasn't crates room anymore.

Not a single box or wooden crate was in sight. It made me realize just how big the underground room actually was. The sound of our footsteps echoed back to us. We walked quickly towards the door at the end.

The one in which Logan had been murdered. A chill went down my spine. I walked on behind Robin in the loud silence.

Suddenly, he stopped. I crashed into him.

"What gives?" I hissed but he put up his hand to silence me.

I listened. A muffled sound reached us.

Robin signalled we move forward. We did.

We walked slowly and quietly to the door. It was scary to not have anybody watch my back.

We entered the room and the sound was clearer. It sounded like laughter. There was a chalked outline of a sprawled man on the floor.

I tried not to think about Logan.

The room was otherwise empty.

"There." Robin said so softly, I almost missed it.

Another open doorway led to what looked like a small room. We slowly approached it.

The room led out three ways. Our ears could hear the sound clearly. Hysterical laughter .

The weird part was that we could see into the other room through the narrow doorway but I doubted the person on the other side could.

I cringed when a kneeling man came into view.

He had tears running down his face. He laughed so violently that it sounded painful. He clutched a small casket to his chest. His head bent low, he rocked back and forth.