THE DAY AFTER
What happened the day after the explosion? When Layton tried to find out more...
CHAPTER 1
He had to find out more! He wouldn't let her death be a lowly happening in his life, he couldn't let her go, at least not from memory...
Professor Hershel Layton sat in the library of the university, looking at the newspaper articles of the explosion he had gathered together. They didn't add up! He had traveled to all four corners of London to gather the newspapers, all telling the tale of the explosion that took so many lives, including hers, Claire's.
He never wanted her to go to the experimentation, but she did, and a fat load of good that did her! The man shook his head clear of the hurtful thoughts turning his attention back to the many newspapers strewn about the table, again-none of them added up! They didn't tell the real story, about Dimitri Allen, and Bill, Bill was the one that had caused all of this! He remembered his talk with Claire just two days ago, the two days he so wanted to take back, but what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do about it...
Bill Hawks, he had caused all this, he had taken Claire away from him. Hershel picked up a newspaper with Bill Hawks name imprinted in big letters right across the top, in anger the man crumpled the newspaper, throwing it into a nearby trash can.
"SSHHH!"
The librarian spat, causing the professor to jump in surprise, he had forgotten he wasn't in his office.
"Sorry."
He whispered back, his face turning a small shade of pink with embarrassment, the women nodded and turned around to answer some question a student had.
With a sigh, Layton turned back around to face the papers, none of them had the same story, one said it was a chemically related accident where a new scientist had accidentally mixed the wrong chemicals together, another said a non-supporter of the lab had snuck in and set off a bomb which devastated the area, all were lies! And he was going to get to the bottom of it.
The professor picked the newspapers up, folded them into one neat square, and tucked them into his bag, he replaced the books he took, all except for one which he checked out at the front desk and quickly stepped out, not noticing the man that walked into the library right after him.
The mysterious stranger stepped into the library, nobody noticed who he really was, with the mask and all.
He walked over to the front desk, looking into the desk woman's eyes as she looked up, he could read her from there, she had a hard personality, one tat didn't like noise at all yet had sharp ears, he could tell from how big her ears were, they abnormal, yet they were covered by her silver hair, but a person with sharp eyes like his could see them easily.
"Who was that man that just ran out of here?"
He asked, disguising his voice the best he could.
"Ah, that was Hershel Layton, he's a professor here at the university, by the way... HE RAN IN MY LIBRARY! As soon as I see that man next..."
Her ranting came to close as she remembered she had a visitor in front of her, she looked back up at the man and smiled sweetly.
"Sorry about that, I'm very sensitive about my library."
The man smiled back weakly.
"I can see that. Where is the professors office, I need to speak with him."
The lady then had a puzzled look on her face, scratching her head at the question.
" All of the staff would have gone home by now, if you would tell me your name, I could Professor
Layton that you visited."
The women then quickly grabbed a pencil and some paper, staring back at the man intently.
"Bob Marvin."
He answered her question.
"tell him I'd like to meet with him soon."
He waited as the women in front of him jotted down his words, she looked back up at him, saying.
"I'll leave this on his door, anything else you need?"
"No. Thank you for your services ma'am."
The mysterious man turned on his heel and walked out the door, leaving a puzzled librarian behind him.
Out of sight he smiled behind his disguise, walking through the streets of northern London.
"No word of my failure will get out even, if it means wiping another face from this planet."
The man then laughed, a horrible, long, evil laugh that echoed through the night, not excepting its sweet embrace.