Grave Danger
By Patrick Maginnis, age 14, Co. Down
Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I carefully scanned the dark, desolate environment around me, stepping over and kicking long forgotten flowers out of my way. I had to find out what had happened here. Sergeant Thornton didn't mess around and I was all too familiar with getting on his bad side. He had ordered me here, against my own will, to investigate the disappearance of a young woman called Sarah Quill, an irritating journalist for the local paper. She had disappeared from her bed without trace and no evidence had been found except for the disappearance of a red, leather purse from her handbag...