Flora gasped. Luke's room was completely and utterly trashed. Luke was exceptionally neat and tidy and would never have let his room get into this state. There was something wrong.
"That's strange. It almost looks like there was a struggle in here..." Flora murmured quietly to herself.
One thing was for certain: Luke was not in his room.
Flora was almost in tears. Where was Luke?
Then she spied something lying on Luke's pillow.
She leant over his bed and picked it up. It was a note!
Flora unfolded it carefully and read aloud to herself.
As you may have noticed, Layton, your little 'apprentice' has disappeared.
I will keep him captive for a maximum of four days, Layton.
If you are not willing to meet my demands by then, Layton, the boy will come to a sticky end.
~DP~
P.S. I want you to pay a sum of £100,000 if you want to see your little apprentice ever again.
Flora gasped and tears began to trickle down her face. The room seemed to swirl around her.
Luke. What if Don Paolo never gave him back? What if Don Paolo hurt him? What if Don Paolo killed him?
Flora knew that the professor would not be able to meet Don Paolo's staggeringly high demand of £100,000.
She had to do something.
Flora sprinted to her room, past the thankfully closed doors of Professor Layton's and Katia's bedrooms.
She came to her own bedroom door and opened it, then quickly shut it behind her.
Flora scurried over to her bedside table, and picked up the orange cloth and the pair of red glasses that were so familiar to her.
She stood at the window, her back to the bedroom door...