The Boys In the Basement

chapter 15

I came across some more clues, but they don't help as much. I wrote it down in my journal and took a picture of them on my camera. If these clues disappear like the button I'll never find answers to my mothers murder. The thing is, all these new clues I'm coming across make no sense! They're not good enough to be solving a murder case and they don't really relate to a murder. But I write them down anyways.

The boys haven't been as helpful. They're roaming all around the hotel and telling me about a clue they found. They showed me a light trace of a footprint in the dried up blood (it smells awful. The room reeks) on the floor. I never saw that footprint when I was first looking. Unless one of them stepped on it and didn't know and saw it and thought it was a good clue.

I took a picture of it and wrote it down. 'The Murderers Footprint' I titled it. It might not be the murderers footprint but I'm trying to keep track of things. These new clues are all over the place. I don't think I'll be finding out about anything!

I sigh and stomp down the stairs and into the lobby. I plop down on the nearest chair. I let out a sigh. I might just abandon the case.

The door to the basement opens and Louis rushes out. The boys haven't been like me, staying in different hotel rooms each night. They prefer the basement. I feel as if something is going on, but I won't question it.

"Oh. Hey, Kenzie!" Louis says. I can tell by the tone of his voice, he's shocked. "Why aren't you searching for clues?" He asks. I sigh once again before answering, "The clues are meaningless. I don't see how they can help finding the murderer." I answer and look down at the floor. I'm stressing out. Its tougher than it looks.

"Oh..." Louis mutters. "Yeah." I mumble. There's an awkward silence in the room and Louis stands there for a few seconds.

"Well, you take a rest. I'll search for clues for you." He says and rushes off, but he drops something. He gasps and quickly picks it up. A small, circular silver thing is all I can see. From the distance between Louis and I, it's hard to make out what it is.

I pass no marks to it and Louis rushes to the stairs. I'm in silence and left with my thoughts. Wait!

Come to think of it...