Cam POV

We made our way back to our rooms to get dressed for the rest of the day. The mood was completely lifted and I had a spring in my step. That spring was quickly gone once we opened the door to the room. The picture frame that I had hid underneath my bed, was now sitting, face up on my bed.

'What's that?' Macey asked

'Nothing' I mumbled reaching forward. Another few marks had been made. And x was placed across Gray and all his friends. My hands shook as I grabbed it.

'Wow' Liz muttered looking over my shoulder

'Cam' Bex's tone was full of warning 'Explain. Now' I turned around and told them about what happened when I got back from the whole Gray incident. That the room was trashed and I hid the photo.

'I haven't thought about it for a couple days' I admitted honestly. 'But this...this makes it seem...personal'

'Cam, we need to tell someone! Joe or Mr Tucker, someone!' Macey practically screamed

'No' Bex and I said together.

'And why not?' Macey spun on Bex

'Cam's right, this seems very personal and it's probably best not to draw attention to it' Bex picked up her change of clothes 'We need to hurry up or we'll we late'

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We were all sitting down at lunch after having once again a confusing communications lesson. Our goal was to guess his name. The only bit of information that we got was that he was born and breed in Louisiana...the bit that I detected. Liz was sitting combing through Lousiana's government records trying to find him.

'Liz, if he's a spy then he won't have any records' Macey reminded her

'You have birth records, I have birth records. Perhaps he wasn't brought up in the same environment that Cam and Bex were' Liz refused to look up from her laptop

'She has a point' Bex added

'Fine!' Macey huffed, leaning in to help Liz in her search.

'Okay Camster' Bex smirked at me 'What does your gut tell you about him?' She asked. I scanned the rows of teacher's chairs. His was empty. I scanned across the room. He was nowhere to be found.

'He's isolated. Prefers his own company, likes to observe' It hit me 'Pavement Artist'

'Are you sure?' Liz looked up at me

'I'm sure' I nodded

'Do you know who he is?' Macey asked. I looked at her

'There are over 500 different styles of tops, can you name them all?' I asked with a raised eyebrow. Macey closed her mouth

'Fair point' She shrugged. The reason why pavement artists don't know other pavement artists is because that's the idea; to not be seen and to not be known.

'Hey everyone' Chris came over to us.

'Hey' we smiled back.

'Um...listen Cam' He was nervous 'Can I talk to you for a sec?' He scratched the back of his head. Bex gave me a cautious look. I ignored it and nodded. Chris relaxed a little and lead me out into the hallway.

'What's up?' I asked.

'I was asked to give you this' He handed me a folded piece of paper, the lines didn't meet so it was done in a rush. And there were red ink smudges across the exterior

'From who?' I asked

'Gray' Chris whispered. I snapped my gaze away from the note and stared at him confused 'He was leaving and bumped into me. He asked me to give you this and then he left...I haven't opened it and I didn't know if I should give it to you or not so I d-'

'Thank you Chris' I touched his arm to stop him rambling. He took a deep breath, relaxing even more. 'Could I be alone?' I asked. He nodded and moved back into the hall. I took a deep breath and unfolded the paper.

I didn't kill Philip…

But there's whispers of who it is. And you know them.

Watch out Blondie, not all knights have polished armour.

I stared at the note for several minutes. I know the killer...Now you might think that I shouldn't believe Gray at all after what he did to me, but the thing is, he now has nothing to lose because he's lost everything. His life in the spies world is now over so why lie? I felt extremely numb… Not all knights have polished armour...what could that mean? I decided that I wasn't hungry anymore. I made my way back to the fourth floor seeing as though I could think properly in the silence. I sat in front of the stain glass window looking carefully at the details. It was actually quite pretty when there isn't a dead body lying under it. The sun was low in the sky, it was around the same time we arrived our first day. The coloured glass was sending kaleidoscopes across the corridor. I turned around to see where the light hit. Several shards of light were focused on a single point. Hitting a set of armour that lined the corridor. I ran over to it looking it up and down. The metal was rusty and was covered in dust. But there was a part that looked like it was scrapped recently. I ran my hand over it. A blade had caught it...I reached behind and felt my hands circle around something cold and metallic. I took it out and found a small knife, covered in dried blood. I dropped it on the floor listening to it clatter upon contact. My heart was racing. I just found the murder weapon…

Author's note: Sorry for the late upload today, I've been super busy. So what do you think of this chapter? Is Gray telling the truth. Who do you think the killer is? It's getting close, I can feel it... xxx

Zachgoodet: Only slightly pissed...Is this the last we see of Gray? Or will Cam find a way to make him come back? xxx

S.I.N.G.L.E-Demispy: I'm proud of my work and I can see the changes that I've made. I still can't believe the reaction that Somebody Knows got from people, without that story, I probably wouldn't have written all these others. YAY! I can't wait for you to start writing again! xxx

Dreamer0704: Cam may not be out of danger just yet, but she is closing in on the killer...but will someone she loves get hurt before she catches them? Find out more tomorrow xxx