When the bell rang, Ella leapt out of her seat, she shot out into the hallway and sprinted to her locker, where she kneeled and started shoving her books into her backpack. She then slammed the metal door shut, stood up and walked quickly outside, past the cars and bright yellow buses and onto the small streets of Overthebrook. Ella sprinted down the sidewalks, her shoes smacking the pavement with a 'clap' as she ran.
She finally bursted into HQ and jumped over the lady at the desk who was painting her nails and lying in the middle of the floor. Her back on the ground, and her fingernails cotton candy pink, talking on a phone, loudly and obnoxiously. The lady glared at her and turned her head to watch Ella sprint to Ezrah's cubicle.
Ella dropped her bags at the entrance and pulled out her computer in a few seconds. She closed Ezra's laptop and placed hers on top, her emails showing.
"Some one sent me these." She said, her nostrils flaring angrily. His eyes quickly scanned them.
"Who ever they are fear not, they won't be hard to track with that spelling."
"They threatened me-us! They KNOW something!"
"And?" Ezrah asked, Ella knew he knew the answers but he was just trying to test her, to take control of the conversation and try to help her calm down.
"Theres someone in this stupid little town who knows something about these deaths." She said, her voice scarily calm. "They know and they're teasing us. The somehow managed to get my email and they knew that I'd be here-talking to you..." The color drained from her face. "They knew. I didn't really know. And they said it was probably Wilhelm. But he's really old."
"He's 90." Agreed Ezrah, "But coming to see me was probably the first thing you thought when you saw the emails. We could maybe do as they say. Talk to Wilhelm."
"How should we go approach Wilhelm? He lives in a very large house, on the other side of our small town..." Ella's eyes widened. "It wouldn't take that long. But how would we get him to talk to us..."
"We could pretend we see girl scout cookies. I hear an old man can never say no to young girls. "
"You are not going to give me to an old, creepy, 90 year old man who hates everyone and whom nobody likes." Ezrah smirked. "What?" She asked, irritably.
"You said whom." His face turned serious again. "We're not going to. Tomorrow, we will both, casually go to his house, talk to him, and in the meanwhile look at their hands." He then pulled out the board, now a mess. It took Ella a few minutes to pin everything up, and add the hands.
"Both seem to have dirt in their fingernails." Said Ezrah.
"So what?" Ella asked, "I do to." She held up her hands, palms towards her and wiggles her fingers.
"They were inspected. There was bark under their fingernails." Ella cringed. "Precisely." Said Ezrah.
"How did they get there?" Asked Ella. Ezrah shrugged.
"Only the woods can tell." He sighed.