Gone

Desmond Martel is a 23 year old detective. The story is about when a school head teacher goes missing. His journey leads him through readherrings and deceitful teachers. Luckily he has got his friend Lance to lend a hand.


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4. Mr Piper

As the sun set and the birds sang the last tune as yet another beautiful started to come to a close. The temperature had dropped quite a significant amount in the last few hours; as the sun had gone. There was nothing to take the bite out of the bitter wind. Desmond and Lance were walking past the magnificent lawns; until they arrived at the last known residents of Mr. Piper.

            They approached the door and swung the knocker against the oak door. Three times they knocked. No answer. They knocked again. This time they heard again a noise emitting from the house; still no one came. Walking away from the door Desmond could not quite shake off the feeling as if someone or something was watching. He just thought it was a skittish cat hiding in a perfectly manicured hedge; somewhere in the road. Little did he know that a shadowy figure, Mr. Piper, was watching them; through the small gap in his blinds on the first floor’s bedroom window.

“That was a waste of time,” said Lance plainly

“Definitely!” responded Desmond “Do you get the feeling that we’re being watched: Lance?”

“Yeah...Yeah” agreed Lance hesitantly.

Desmond turned around and looked back down the close they had just come out of. There was great old oak tree at the end, “not very threatening,” thought Desmond. Next, he saw the continuous rows of every that everybody had on their front gardens. Still not be able to see who or what was watching him, he looked up and along all the houses, trying to see if people were watching from there. Closed shutter after closed shutter. Suddenly, a movement in the window of Mr. Piper’s house caught Desmond eyes. Looking closer, he noticed that there was a faint, dark, outline on the shutters. Turning to Lance he whispered “Far left hand window, first floor, Mr. Piper’s house.” Lance looked behind and saw what Desmond had seen. There was a definitely an outline of a person in the window. No doubt, it was Mr. Piper. 

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