I woke up early the next morning to Helen's voice, calling me. "Jennifer.. Jennifer?" she crooned. I rubbed my eyes. We had both spent the night at the police station as a few of the precinct's top detectives investigated the crime scene. Assistant Inspector Gotts was on the case. He walked up to us with a mug of hot coffee in his hand.

"I can't believe this." He boomed. "We haven't even solved the Clock Tower case, and now another mass murder. They found a girl dead in one of the bathrooms.. you're lucky. It could just as well have been you in there." He looked at me. I did feel lucky.

As assistant inspector Gotts turned to talk to one of the officers, I turned to Helen. "What's going on? I thought I'd killed the scissorman in the old clock tower.." I was shaking. "How could this be happening?"

Gotts focused his attention on us again. "Well ladies, it seems the other survivor of the clock tower case is staying at a hotel nearby. A ten year old boy. You might want to visit him and see if he's ok. With a little luck, we may just be able to find this lunatic before anyone else gets hurt."

That was a good idea. I heard that the boy's name was Edward. I decided to visit him with Helen.

*******

We arrived at the hotel about a half hour later. It was a very large hotel with lots of windows. We met up with Edward and his guardian, Kay, in the lobby. "We're glad you could come." said Kay. "I'm Kay, Edward's guardian."

"Pleased to meet you. Is this Edward?" I asked. "What a handsome little boy." He was dressed in a blue suit with little shorts and a red tie. "Hello." He said back to me.

"We came to see if scissorman had attacked you." Helen said. "Jennifer barely got away from him last night."

Kay shook her head. "No, we haven't seen any sign of scissorman. I doubt he would attack us in the hotel anyway." She had a point.

"Oh. Well thank you for the information. We'll be going now." We started to leave, and then Edward grabbed my sleeve. "Wait." He said. "Did they find a statue at the mansion?"

It was strange of him to ask this but I didn't recall any statues being found. Helen answered him then. "Yes, actually there was a statue at the scene of the clock tower crimes.. but I believe Professor Barton already sent it away to have it's origin discovered."

"Where?" Edward pleaded.

"Hmm. Let me think. Oh yes, he sent it to be checked out by a man named Rick. He used to be the butler for the Barrows family, the family that lived in the mansion where the murders took place."

Edward let go of my sleeve just then. "Oh." He said, looking disappointed. "Ok."

We left the hotel after that, knowing that they were both safe. I wondered and wondered why Edward would be interested in what Helen said was a cold piece of stone with an eery design...

When we stepped outside of the hotel, to my surprise Nolan was running up the front steps. "Jennifer!" He cried out. "I heard what happened. Thank God you're alright." I ran to him and hugged him tightly. We talked about what had happened for a while, but I wasn't in the mood to discuss almost being killed.

Helen looked puzzled. "I wonder what all that statue nonsense was about. I've seen the statue, but I don't see what significance it has to the case. Maybe I should have it checked out."

Nolan stood still and quiet while we talked about the statue, listening to our every word. "Yes, but you said Professor Barton gave it to a man named Rick." I said at last. "We would have to take it up with him."

"Right." Helen replied. "I should be able to get his address from the office, but are you sure we should be going out into the middle of nowhere to meet a strange man about an even stranger statue?" Nolan stepped closer. "Why don't you let me pick up the statue for you?" He asked. "It would be no trouble, and I could get some more information for my story from the old man."

"Hmmm." Helen thought out loud. "I.. guess that would be ok." I took Nolan's hand in mine, and said, "Be careful though." Nolan smiled back. "I will."

"We'll drive over and pick up Rick's address and call you at Oslo Weekly." Helen said. Nolan agreed and off we went. It would be dark in a few short hours so we had to hurry. Who knew what would happen when it got dark?.....