"That's...odd." I said quietly, more to myself than anyone else. It looked like the dog had disappeared off the face of the earth; the tracker wasn't able to be located. The only reason that would happen was if the dog was underground...
"The teacher's camp...there's a basement in one of their chalets, isn't there?"
"I think so." said John. "I don't know why there would be a dog in the cellar, though."
"I suppose. It's just that...if the dog's under ground..."
"Ah...right. You don't think...?"
"I'm not sure."
"It looks like that."
"Yeah, but we can't just go around accusing people of murder."
John pushed his hands through his hair. "I think...I think we should leave it to the police."
"What? Why?"
"Because no one will listen to us!"
"Yeah but John, what if they never find a killer?"
"What if there is no killer? Leave it to the experts."
I glared at John. "Fine. Leave it to the police. Let a murderer teach high school kids."
"Look, Sherlock. We can't solve this case. We don't even know if it's a case at all! Just forget about it, okay."
"Ugh, fine. If you need me I'll be in the tent."
"Please don't hate me, Sherlock."
"I don't hate you, I just want left alone, okay?"
John didn't reply. I returned to the barely built mind palace, searching for facts I had earlier overlooked. Maybe John was right. Maybe I should just forget the whole thing...I sighed, pushing the thought from my mind. I needed to concentrate. I couldn't. Instead, I listened to Molly and John talking outside; something about Andy, I thought. I couldn't care less that he was being gossiped about. He wasn't my friend anymore. Friends don't call each other freaks, I decided. He was an idiot and I didn't need someone like that in my life, but it still hurt that he turned on me. Maybe he hadn't liked me in the first place. That was probable.