"This isn't good. This isn't good at all." Grace said, holding her head in her hands.
"Where are they going? Are they going to the police or something?" Andy asked nervously. She looked to her side at Edward who looked even more scared than her. "What if they bring the police here? How are we going to explain that it wasn't me who killed Jordan? Well.. it was but..." Her eyes filled with tears again and Edward looked at her. He wanted to put an arm around her but knew he shouldn't.
"Look, I don't know what's going to happen." Grace sat down at the bench and put her hands out in front of her. "Chelsea will probably stick to her word and tell somebody - most likely the police. But with the amount of pranks she's pulled on them in the past, I don't know if they'll believe her or not.
"I hope not." Edward said quietly.
Andy nodded.
"Yeah, because otherwise I don't know what's going to happen."
"And the worst possible thing is if old 'creepo' escapes or they let him go. He'll come looking for you straight away." Grace said.
"Oh - I was meaning to ask... do you know anything about him? Like, who is he? Why was he keeping Edward up there?"
Grace pauses for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, well, I have limited knowledge of him. I know that he only went up there after the old inventor died, and he never really came back down until... well when you went up there."
"So he could be anyone?" Andy raised her eyebrows. "No motives or anything?"
Grace shook her head and they were all silent until Edward opened his mouth to speak. He considered it, but then decided not to.
"What?" Andy said. "What were you going to say?"
"The man..."
"Yes? Do you know who he his?"
"I think he's the inventor's son."
There was another silence. Then Grace slammed her fist down on the table.
"His son!" She exclaimed. "That makes sense. Maybe he wanted to keep you up there so he could finish you?"
Edward looked sullenly down at his hands. "Maybe."

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