Chapter 13

Mr Dinkley drove the gang to Coolsville Police station, where he said Bradley and Peter had been taken.

He explained to the officer at the desk who he was and what he was here to do, and who the gang were. And the young officer led them upstairs to the holding cell block.

A woman wearing a black pantsuit was standing in front of one of the cells. She had short black hair and a slim build. She turned to Mr Dinkley and the gang when they entered the cell block, "Declan, after all these years, we've found them." She smiled.

She had an English accent, "Hello, my name is Claire Hanson." She smiled, extending her hand out to the gang, each one of them shook it.

Fred stepped towards the cell she stood in front of, his breath caught in his throat.

The man sitting on the bench in the cell, hands and feet cuffed, looked almost exactly like his father, or what he could remember his father looked like.

Peter simply stared at him, he did not smile or make a sarcastic comment, he just looked at Fred before looking down at his feet.

Daphne looked in the cell next to his and she recognised the face of her uncle, Bradley Blake. The man who had brought a lifetime of fear into the lives of her and her family. The man who she thought would be in prison for the attack on her home when she was a kid, or the attack on her older sister.

But no, after all this time, he is finally sitting in a jail cell.

Bradley looked up at her, and a smile slowly spread across his face. Daphne felt a chill down her spine, but she reassured herself when she saw he was in chains like Peter was, and she was sure that the glass was bulletproof.

She turned away from the cell.

"Your father and I have been working together for many years, we are just as relieved as you are to have these two finally in jail." Claire said.

"What's going to happen to them now?" Fred asked.

"Well, we have a strong case against them both, so it won't be long before they're behind bars for good." Claire explained, "But there is something we need you all to do."

"What's that?" Velma asked.

Mr Dinkley and Claire exchanged looks before Claire continued, "We need you all to keep quiet about what happened. I mean, Daphne might be asked to take the stand against Bradley, but they might not. So, we would appreciate it if you could not tell anyone about what has happened tonight."

The gang exchanged looks, it wasn't something they were happy doing; keeping quiet when something needs to be said, but if it Mr Dinkley and Claire Hanson thought it was important for them to remain silent, then that's what they would do.

Fred nodded, "Yes, we won't say anything."

"Would you like to say anything to them before we leave?" Mr Dinkley asked.

Fred looked bitterly into the cell, Peter had looked back up at him, they held eye contact for only a few seconds before Fred quickly looked away. "No." He said bitterly.

Daphne shook her head, "I've got nothing to say." She looked away from the cell, and Mr Dinkley led them out of the cell block.

Claire Hanson thanked them once again for agreeing to remain silent about seeing Peter and Bradley, then she climbed into her shiny black BMW and drove off into the sunset.

Mr Dinkley dropped them off at their homes. After dropping Shaggy and Scooby off, who were the last, he and Velma continued for home.

"Dad, I need to ask you something." She said. "Go on." Mr Dinkley said.

"Did you want us to keep quiet, because of the book you sent us into?" She asked.

Mr Dinkley scratched his chin, "Yes, that would be the main reason why."

"How did you do it?" Velma asked, "How did you make a 'magic book', how did you send us into that world and why did you do it?"

"Well, you know the why." Mr Dinkley replied.

"Yes, but how did you do it?" Velma asked.

"Velma, some secrets were made to be kept a secret. Maybe you will find out one day, or maybe you will not. If the secret wants you to know, then you will."

Velma sat back into her seat. Could she believe that her father worked for an agency who got their hands of magical fairy dust, or a magic spell book? Normally she would tell herself that it was impossible, but now she was not sure.

But she would find out one day.