Chapter twelve - Wild goose chase

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Readers POV

I'm feeling hungry,
I want a crumbly pie,
Scurry along now,
Or say ciao to your friend.

It was the last clue we found.

"I think we should look in the kitchen?" I said.

"Great thinking, captain obvious," John sarcastically remarked.

In the kitchen...

Georges POV

"Hey George..." Eva giggled. Her laugh was beautiful. I gave her a smile in return.

I smelt something really lovely.

Daisies!

Eva loved daisies. There were some on the counter. I picked one and gave it to her.

"Oh George!" She gasped! "They're so pretty!"

"Not as pretty as you, m'love..."

She gave me a peck on the cheek and stared to walk off, smelling her daisy.

"Wow, how romantic!" Paul stated.

"Shove off!" I replied.

Wait, what was that I saw in the flower..?

"WAIT, EVA!" I screamed. She turned around,

"Yes, baby?"

"You can keep the flower but, take a closer look at it,"

We looked at it, and noticed there was a piece of paper... a.... a....

A clue!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I immediately recognised the voice.

Ringo.

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