Chapter 2

"Isn't a bit cold for a swim in the Thames?" Clive smirked.

I glared at him. Some worker on the harbor noticed the car driving into the river and called the police. Thankfully they fished me out before I drowned. Now I was leaning on a pile of boxes, shivering.

"N-not funny, C-Clive." I stuttered.

"What happened?"

I adjusted my towel. "Isn't it obvious? My cab driver drove us into a river."

"What? Why? Where is he?"

"I don't know, Clive," I sighed and combed my fingers through my wet hair. "I don't know."

"Here," Clive took his coat off and wrapped it around me. It was nice and warm.

"Why are you being so nice?" I asked suspiciously.

"We got a case while you were gone. Gina brought it in. She and Tomi are in town for a little while." Clive smiled weakly.

"Mm-hm. Where are they?"

"At the bookstore. I could drive you back." Clive volunteered.

I raised my eyebrow. Clive was pulling something and I knew it. Probably crashed my car on the way here, I thought. Wait. How'd he know that I was over here?

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"Are you okay, Katarina?" Gina asked anxiously. She hadn't changed at all; she still had her perfect hair, sparkling blue eyes and a matching smile.

"Yeah, just a little cold. How have you been?"

"Paris was cold." Tomi grumbled. He was wearing his everyday black coat and tie and his hair was a mess.

"You. Went to Paris. With Gina?" Clive said in shock.

"It's not what it sounds like. Don Paolo was having some trouble with Interpol that we needed to clear up." Gina explained quickly.

I smiled. Tomi and Gina were my new informants, ever since Matthew went to prison.

"What happened to you? You're soaking wet and you're wearing Clive's jacket."

"It's a long story. I heard you had a case for us."

"Yes. It's very Laytonesque, and it's perfect for our team."

"I'll need some details first. But first, I'm going to change." I went upstairs to my bedroom.

Once I was dressed, I came back down. Gina handed me a manila folder.

Inside was an assortment of pictures, but no words.

"Er… where is the case?"

"Well… we were in Paris and there was a person. He said his name was Coyne. He said he was robbed by a hypnotist."

"How is this in any way Laytonesque? That's not that original."

"He said she sang a song, and it made everyone in the audience obey her."

"Oh."

"We went to one of her shows-"

"You did? Isn't that dangerous?"

"Relax, we were in the lobby. Tomi forgot his wallet at the hotel. We put a recorder in and waited."

"And?"

"See for yourself." Tomi handed me a small recorder.

I turned it on. Soft music emanated from it. I couldn't understand it because it was in French, but I could see how it could be hypnotizing. I would've thought it worked since I was getting tired, except I was already tired in the first place.

"What did she call it? The song." I asked once the music was over.

"Angel chanson. The angel's song."

A/N: I forgot to put in a disclaimer. I do not own Professor Layton or Level-5.