Two Truths, One Lie and a Murder.

Chapter 12

As we ran across the grass outside the pavilion, I suddenly realised we didn't know where we were going. The sun was setting, and it was already getting cold. I only had my shirt and leggings on, and I couldn't even imagine what it was like for Carmen in her skirt. We both paused as we reached the path. We could either go left to the school, straight ahead to house, or right into Edenham town.

"Where do we go?" I pant, the wind whisking my words away. My hair whips around my face and I realise my ponytail's come out. Carmen's plaits were of course, neat as usual.

The latter looks at me, the cold making her nose read. She's still even clutching the gun. "We can't go to house. How do we tell matron Miss Booker's dead and you knocked out the murderer?"

"So we need to go into Edenham?"

"The police station,"

I briefly considered my options. Carmen was right - we couldn't go back to house. Going to the police station was our only option. It was a 15 minute walk - 10 if we run. I nod to her and we turn right.
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17:03 Edenham town

We approached the police station a few minutes later, out of breath from adrenaline and running. The station itself was made of a grey stone, with dark brown roof tiles, flowerbeds outside. We walk up the steps to the front door, and through into the reception. The smell of nail polish hits me, and I take in the blonde woman sitting behind the desk, wearing a pink dress and moutains of makeup. She looks at us, displeased.

"Hey, police don't give out money for sweeties, ok? Go back home - shouldn't it be your bedtime?" She bats her fake eyelashes at us and carries on painting her nails a bright blue.

I'm about to sent back another snarky comment before Carmen interupts, and I realise there are much bigger things at stake here.

"There's been a murder," She says matter-of-factly, and the blonde raises an eyebrow.

"Did you squish a fly or something?"

Rolling my eyes, I snatch the gun from Carmen's hand, and place it on the table infront of her.

"That enough squished fly for you?"

Frowning, she picks up the phone, glancing inbetween us and the silver revolver on the table. She mutters a few words into it and seconds later another woman appears.

Unlike the younger woman at the desk, she has curly black hair tumbling down her shoulders, and was wearing a simple light blue blouse, trousers and a belt around her waist with a badge attached to it. I realise she must be a detective. Seeing the gun on the table, she frowns, glancing at us.

"Where did you two get this?"

"It's a long story," I say, and she begins to look even more suspicious.

"We can talk in my office," She says to us, and then to the blonde, "Get this taken into evidence," Referring to the gun.

We follow her down multiple corridors and into a small room, neat, with a desk and two chairs next to it. Me and Carmen settle down in this, while she sits opposite us at the computer.

"Detective Sargeant Kate Harper. I'm on transfer here from London," She reaches a hand out and we both shake it, and introduce ourselves in return.

"Now, why do I have two school girls showing up at 5pm with a gun in my station? I hear you said something about a murder,"

"One you will know very well," I reply, and she nods for me to go on. "It's the matter of Miss Booker at Edenham School,"

She looks slightly stunned for a second, "How to you know about that? We were keeping it quiet!"