Professor Plum Clue Movie Romane & Geschichten

EVELYN’S POV I didn’t even notice her on the doorway before I let such words slip out of my mouth “Yeah, she’s tutoring my sister and she missed something” Elroy improvised, his voice subtle and convincing, he sure was a great liar. Smoothening my collar, I turned towards him “The papers aren’t as heavy, but since you insist, take them to Professor Kim, Mr Folly would use this class soon” I said quickly, walking past her, her eyes followed me, the perfect scent of strawberry and mist emanated from her expensive outfit, I could see the DIOR logo just enough to know.

He wondered if he said something she didn’t like. After ordering Chinese food, Clara helped him produce the timeline they needed to search through the security videos. There was a clue somewhere, and they will find the culprit sooner or later. The food came and went, hunger satisfied. The couple was so engrossed in looking at the videos that Baz did not notice Clara had fallen asleep. He knew it was time to call it a day. He could stay up all night but had to take care of his girlfriend. Their company had a big problem but nothing that can’t wait. Clara was more important.

Before I could even gasp, I was pulled inside. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the empty room. I stumbled, my shoulder hitting the wall, and the flowers slipped from my hands, scattering across the floor in a burst of petals. And then I saw Professor Dante. He stood before me, his expression colder than I’d ever seen it. His usual smirk was gone. His eyes were hard, unreadable, burning with something fierce and dangerous. “Professor..” I started, breathless. He stepped closer. “What are those?” His voice was low, tight with restraint. He nodded toward the flowers on the floor. “Who gave them to you?”

Getting no response, I knocked again a few more times and the lack of sound or movement from her room confirmed what I'd suspected. Wondering where she had gone, I left the apartment and locked the door. It was sunny when I got to campus and the gentle autumn breeze did nothing to reduce the effects of the scorching sun. As I turned the corner onto the hallway leading to the auditorium, I caught a glimpse of someone going past the door. Relieved that I wasn't the only latecomer, I slowed down a little and took a moment to adjust my clothes before entering the auditorium. The first thing I noticed was Professor Matthews climbing the stage with his tablet in his hand. He was dressed in a white

10 XAVIER Her smile pierced through me. “First date, huh?” I nod and she laughs loudly. “Yeah. I want to take you out before I get a taste of anything else.” I let my hands slide down her sweet, sweet body, and grip her ass through her jeans. “Hmmm. And where is it that we would go, Xavier?” She questions, giggling as I squeeze her ass a little tighter. “Well, I take it that you might be a fan of horror movies. There’s a new Scream movie coming out next weekend, if you’re free.” I offer, looking at her ‘Child’s Play’ shirt.

“Alpha, the picture isn’t the best quality, however, the person came through the window. I'm not sure how the culprit bypassed the security system, but it was bypassed, which is why the alarm didn’t go off and alert anyone.” Rebel leans in and she looks closer. “Can you replay it?” I look closely at my mate. She is seeing something. “What is it?” “I’m not sure, but doesn’t it look like the same emblem from Blue Moon?” She points to the shape of the badge holding the cloak together of the culprit. Son of a bitch. It’s the same fucking shape. “FUCK!” I growl. I turn to everyone, “This was Blue Moon. That bastard Kaden has a fucking death wish!” I snarl.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

I asked. Priya blinked. "Which photograph?" "On the shelf in the master bathroom," I said. "Small frame. Black and white. A woman standing outside a building." Priya's expression shifted — the first crack of genuine discomfort. "I don't know about that specifically," she said. "I only heard about the living room."

I explained. "Did I really say, Professor John likes you?" Cass said and took her cellphone. She showed me the picture of me and sir John looking at me as I ate, as I walked down the hallway and while I was in the comfort room. "What the hell? In the comfort room?" I said. "There is nobody that time. That’s when you fix your uniform and I think professor John followed you. Dave sent it all to me, he was the one who spied on Sir. He said he just tripped until he smelled something strange" said Cass.

I also read about a man who was found behind a dumpster in the same condition as the doctor and his wife although he had a bit more damage done to his privates. The local police haven't found any clues and are asking anyone who knows anything about this to come forward. I didn't know whether to think that this is the work of either the rebellion people following or the people following and searching for Dora but I knew we were being followed a lot closer than usual and that I didn't know whether we were safe anymore.