Chapter 5 - Who invited the feds?

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"Maybe Mr. Rycroft was camping in the woods?" I say to Gwen. She gives me a flat look.

"Have you ever heard that Mr. Rycroft likes to go camping?" She says as she lifts up one of her eyebrows.

"No, but you never know." I shrug.

"We both know he wasn't out here to camp."

I sigh.

Why does she always have to be right?

I take a look at the time and see it's just before three in the morning. "We should head back. The sun is going to come up soon."

Gwen nods and quickly pulls out her phone from her back pocket. "We should probably take a few photos to look at later. Maybe we'll see something we missed."

"Good idea," I say as I take out my phone as well and snap a few photos of the crime scene.

Once Gwen is satisfied that we have enough photos I lift up the crime scene tape for her. She ducks underneath it and takes one last look at the crime scene.

We've only taken a few steps from the crime scene when Gwen stops in her tracks. She turns her head and stares in the direction of a small bush.

My brows scrunch in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I think I see something." Gwen says as she leans down and picks up something small and bright green. Gwen holds it up to show me what she's found and I'm surprised to see that it is a gum wrapper. She found a gum wrapper.

"That could be anyone's." I state slowly.

"True, but there is still a chance it could lead us to the killer and at this point I'm taking any clues we can get."

I nod along. She's right, anything is better than nothing at this point.

It's almost four in the morning when we arrive back at the school.

The crime scene had been a bit farther than anticipated and thus we took longer than we thought. A layer of mist covers the school grounds which makes it look extra eerie.

Gwen and I turned off our flashlights a while back so we only have the moonlight that lightens up the schoolyard.

A cold breeze brushes past us and Gwen shivers.

I have the urge to give her my jacket but I know she won't accept it. She's stubborn as ever.

I open up the same back gate we went through earlier and hear Gwen let out a yawn. The action causes me to yawn as well.

Well, there goes one night's good sleep.

I'm already dreading the long day that lies ahead.

Gwen and I try to be extra quiet as we make our way down the hallway and up the stairs to our dorm rooms. We avoid talking to each other in an attempt to not wake up any sleeping students.

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