World’s Mystery - Chapter 89

“so, who is driving?” I asked

there was silence.

we forgot that none of us can freaking drive!

“problem solved!” Cleo said

“But Alex, you are not going to like it” she added.

“I don’t like this one bit” I growled annoyed in the car.

jack took sam and Chris to a safer place as we were not ready to risk it until the day was over. I and max had to take prof stine to his apartment. and the person who ended up driving us there was miss jasmine.

when we finally got down, miss jasmine asked smirking, “what! am I not going to get a thank you?”.

leaning to the window, annoyed I said, “not even hiding your true self, are you?”

“There isn’t any need for me to act anymore. at least not in front of you.”

“what do you want?” I asked in a low voice to make sure the other two didn’t hear our conversation.

“me, I want nothing. I am just a spectature.”

“so you are just going to sit and watch us succeed or fail”

“exactly” she smirked and drove off.

“I hate her,” I told myself.

the apartment was normal with two floors. it was different our apartment as ours has multiple floors and suite of rooms making your home feel like a separate building whereas this was rather like a flat . the only odd factor was that he was the only occupant at the movement as even flats usually have multiple occupant or roommates.

it also mostly looked like he lived alone. “mostly”.

as I looked around the place I found a few things out of place. paints, brushes and random sketches of people. it wouldn’t be out of place if prof stine had art as a hobbie but I for one knew that he knows nothing about art. i realised this after our multiple detentions where I would sit and draw and he would ask me various question about art and even confessed that he couldn’t draw even if his life depended on it.

“nice paints”i complimented and prof stine twitched a little which went unnoticed by max as he was also busy exploring the place.

“he really must have not wanted me to see these” i thought to myself.

i pulled a chair and sat on it facing him.

“how about we make a deal?” I asked him

“what kind?” he asked skeptically.

“sharing information. i tell you how we saved chris and you tell me whatever i want to know.”