Don't get mad at me for short chapters. I'm sorry if I can't make my fucking brain to work. BLAME MY BRAIN!
Layton's POV
"Marilyn, should I worry about Heather and Luke?"
"Nonsense. Heather knows her way around. And as long as Luke stays with her, then we shouldn't worry."
"Yes, I suppose." We arrived at a tall building. Marilyn pushed the door open and a rush of cold air came out. Inside was spectacular. The ceilings were adorned with chandeliers. White columns aligned the perimeter of the walls.
"Well, this is where I live. Of course, I don't live in the lobby. Come, let's go to my apartment."
The elevator swiftly rose up to the 4th floor. We entered her apartment.
"Hershel, do you want a cup of tea?"
"Yes, that will be splendid. Thank you. May I ask where you last saw your husband?"
Her face darkened. "I-I don't remember. I'm sorry Hershel."
"I understand. Do you think Heather will know?"
"Maybe. You can ask."
She came back from the kitchen carrying two cups of tea. As soon as Marilyn set the cups down, someone knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Marilyn," said a familiar voice," it's us. Luke and Heather."
"Oh, well then, come in. The door's open."
Luke stepped in followed by Heather. Heather had a worried expression on her face.
"Professor," she said, "We have something to tell you."
"Yes?"
"You see, last I saw Mr. Jacob, he was heading towards a dark alley way. I tried calling him, but he didn't listen. It was like he was possessed or something. He didn't turn around, he just kept on walking."
"I see. This is really quite the predicament." I said. "Can you show me where?"
"Yeah. This way." She ran out the door. I had a feeling that what we were about to encounter would not be good at all.
Wow. 3 chapters and I still don't have writer's block. I'm a lucky banana, aren't I? XD