The Professor walked into the surprisingly bright room, his wide-eyed apprentice at his side. The Professor stood in front of the young lad, in case the situation was too much. The room itself was small, with plain white walls and nothing else in the room, bar a tiny window.
A man lay in the middle of the floor, face down, a small pool of blood around his chest. He wore a plain white top to match the room and some jeans. The top was stained with blood and his muddy hair was sticky with it.
Shivering, the Professor walked deeper into the room, and instructed Luke to wait outside. As the boy left, the Professor pulled his collar up and muttered to himself.
"Don't normally take cases like this," He said. He knelt down to the man, and slowly turned his head around to see his face.
He jumped up with a fright as the dead man's cold eyes stared at him.
"Clive…" He whispered, closing the eyelids gently, the sea blue eyes disappearing under pale skin.
He sniffed, and looked around the rooms, slowly piecing everything together.
He stepped out the room a mere 30 minutes later, and instructed everyone to depart downstairs.
Inspector Chelmey, Emmy, Flora, Barton and Luke sat in the living room, looking at the Professor with deep concern.
"Let's start from the beginning," He began, pacing the room, "When Clive was released from jail, he had little, or no, enemies. He was well behaved in jail, and rarely got into fights. When he moved into this house, only us few knew his whereabouts. On the day of his murder, somebody must have chased him into that room. There is no blood or weapons anywhere else in the house. The murdered must have cornered him in the tiny room and shot him twice. However, when the police arrived, the door was locked from the inside. It was clear Clive hadn't committed suicide. How could he go to such lengths to shot himself, then completely dispose of the gun, then lock the door from the inside, even though there are no keys?"
The Professor stopped at the window, then began walking again.
"But the killer must have locked the door, then climbing through the window, However, the window in tiny, no grown man or woman, or even a tall child could have climbed through it. So they must have been very short."
A couple of gasps ran through the room. Flora grew red.
"So they must have chased Clive into the room, shot him, locked the door, then escaped through the window and disposed of the keys and weapon. The only people that saw Clive yesterday were myself, Emmy and Luke. The killer is in the room, and it is, YOU THERE!"
The Professor spun around and pointed at Luke. Luke growled, and clenched his fists.
"When Clive came into the picture, after being realised from jail that is, he and Flora feel in love. But you couldn't sit and take it, no, you were angry he had took the only girl you could love. So you gave him the biggest punishment of all. Death."
Luke growled again, then began to laugh. He ran out the room.
"Hey!" Inspector Chelmey called, and he and Barton chased after him.
Flora shook and began to cry. Emmy put her arm around her.
The Professor left the room and began to walk, even though the Layton Mobile was parked in Clive's drive. He walked until he passed his house, and walked and walked. And walked right into the horizon.
What would happen now?
A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending kiddies! Hope you liked it. If…maybe…if you want I could continue it.
But that is a big maybe.
Bigger than this:
MAYBE!