Page 84 of What Happened on Roslyn Street?
“Tobey?”
“I saw—I saw something.” Tears leak from my eyes. “A body. I need to report it. Now. Where is Margaux?”
“Is Margaux safe?”
“I don’t know.” Fear has me panting like a lost dog. “I think so. She was in our dormitory.”
“Then let us go there.” He puts a strong, protective arm around my shoulder and leads me away.
My eyes scan the area, and Caldwell…
I don’t see him anywhere.
The next moments pass in a blur. My mind is taken hostage by panic. I follow the professor mindlessly as he leads me up to my dormitory, where Margaux continues to bicker with Jun.
“Amelia didn’t come out yet?” I ask faintly.
“No. Thereisno Amelia. Jun is…” She trails off, a look of concern on her face when she realizes who I’m with. “Father?”
A bewildered look crosses Jun’s features. “Um… I should go find her,” he mutters, stalking off.
“No. Go to your dormitory,” he tells Jun. “There has been another kill.”
Jun’s eyes widen. “Is it Amelia? Is she okay?”
I shake my head. “It’s not her. Just… listen to him. Get to safety.”
Jun’s gaze is fixed on us for a long moment before he shakes his head and leaves.
“Let us go inside,” Professor Cruz says, gesturing to the door.
“Yes!” Margaux jumps, springing to action, her key sticking into the lock. “Come on in. Sorry about the mess…”
Of course, there’s no mess to be seen. Margaux has taken care of that. Her father still surveys the place with a wrinkled nose, finding something to be displeasedabout.
In my time of panic, I don’t have the energy to think of what it could be. My knees are weak as I sit down on the bed.
“What happened?” Margaux asks, with desperation coating her voice.
“I—” My voice breaks. “I found the murderer… and another body. We need to call security. They need to find him.”
“Who?” Professor Cruz asks. “Who is it, Tobey? Surely, that’s enough evidence for you to finally do something.”
I flinch at the harshness behind his words. My eyes overflow with tears, looking at the two of them through blurry vision.
“Caldwell,” I say, shaking. “I found him with the body, and… he was running after me. It’shim.”
“Benjamin Caldwell?” he asks.
I shake my head. I don’t even know his name. How could I have been so stupid?
“I—I think so,” I say.
“It’s him,” Margaux says, her chin lifting in a stubborn display. “It was him all along.”
Professor Cruz sighs. Suddenly, the ageless man looks centuries older, his expression weary and dull.
“I’ll report it to the authorities,” he says. “And I’ll be sending a car for you two. Until then, stay safe. Don’t go outside.”
