“Who do you think I am? You think you’re so sexy you can do anything to me?” He shouted. “Well, you did follow me here. As I hoped you would.�...� Scooby said innocently. “Who says I followed you? Maybe it was the other way around. I always come here after a ball game”, Bigtime said halfheartedly. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Scooby shrugged, “But look at us. We are both here. This could be the beginning of a beautiful adventure.” Bigtime’s eyes narrowed. “I eat beardogs for breakfast.” He bragged.. His body appears to be unharmed, but when the Coroner made an incision, I witness a missing heart.The autopsy baffled my mind to no end. How is this even possible without an open wound? One thing for certain, who ever murdered my father is a professional assassin, or a freaking magician- for that matter.All this mystery got me thinking, why did the authority kept this a secret? Suddenly, the mail begins to text on its own."You're in danger, Edward. Don't trust anyone, not even your family."I. " Can I see Jones?" Yes. As it happens he is with me now. When would you like to see him, and where?" Tomorrow, if that is possible. Of course he will have to stay over night, but we have plenty of accommodation here." Where is 'here'?" inquired the Principal."Oh, the Golden Palace in Kobekistan," replied Robinson, "If he catches the morning flight from Heathrow I will arrange for him to be met here. The ticket will be at the check-in desk."After some more polite conversation the butler put the. "Still what a shame eh? I remember such good times we all had, with you,me, Jay......and my sister Claire," Chloe retorted sadly while lookingdown to the ground. "Ah yes indeed, good times were had," Matt replied,recalling memory long since buried, but stuck in a haze of vague time:Two young boys, one blonde and brown haired, playing in a backyard withtwo blonde girls, doing a house game, recalling a happier time, a moreinnocent time...Then it was gone."Yeah so, about Claire.... have you heard.