A/N Hello! Sorry for the long wait, I haven't forgotten about this I promise. It's half term at the moment so I'm sure I'll be able to upload more soon but for now, I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review! :)
They didn't speak again until the door to professor layton's house was closed. Luke sat in his usual spot, a charming armchair near the fire place, and the professor sat opposite him. The flames licked at the wood like hungry dogs and Luke watched, feeling much more relaxed. A contrast to the professor who was staring intensely at the envelope, turning it over in his hands.
"Are you going to open it?" Luke murmured, still shocked at the recent revelations. Only an hour ago he had been leaving school, looking forward to an afternoon with his best friend. How quickly the tide could change. The professor nodded and carefully edged the envelope open. He pulled a single sheet of paper out which, unlike the envelope, was pristine. The two exchanged a knowing look before Layton began to read out loud.
"Dear Professor Layton,
It's been a fair few months since our last encounter hasn't it? I suppose I should ask you how you've both been keeping...but I simply do not have the time. Something awful has happened.I fear that everything is about to come to a crippling end and I don't know who else I can go to.I am truly sorry that our reunion is not exactly pleasant but...I am at a loss of what to do. I need you to meet me at 7 Beechwood lane, 3:00 on Wednesday 17th November. It is vital that you tell no one about this and please make sure you're not followed.
I hope to see you soon,
Detective Inspector Rachel Waterstone"
An ominous quiet descended once again on the room. The only sounds that of a crackling fire and the grandfather clock announcing the time. Luke reached for the letter, reading the words again and again.
"Rachel..." He muttered, placing the sheet down onto the small oak table "She was afraid of something"
The professor positioned his head on his hand, eyes narrowing in concentration "DCI Hillmore was certain that Rachel's accident was not an accident at all...something significant has happened"
Luke glanced at the clock and then in a flury of blue and messy brown hair, stood up and grabbed the letter "Professor! Jack wants to meet us at tower bridge"
Snapping out of his thoughts the professor dived out of the door, past the grandfather clock that only five minutes ago had struck 4'oclock. Two cups of cold tea forgotten on the table.