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“ So who do you think was the murderer? ” Haley asked, curious of my mind as we walked home from the Mayor’s Mansion.

“ There are main three suspects, ” I announced professionally, analysing my scribbles on my notepad.

“ Wait, let me guess – Mr Forn and … your dad? ”
I nodded. “ Who’s the last one? ”

“ Sarge. ” I answered softly, uncertain if I had maligned the wrong person. Haley went mad.

“ Sarge? SARGE? How could you! I guarantee you that it will NEVER be Sarge. Which part of your brain made you think that way? You need immediate brain operation! ” she yelled as she whacked my head with a bundle of newspaper she was suppose to deliver.

“ Hey! I’m perfectly fine okay, it’s just that Sarge look quite different these days, like the mole on his chin, its gone! Moles don’t come and go as they want to right? And, and he looked ‘ fake’ when he saw the glove, like he was expecting for it to be found as he knew he had left it in the room because he was the murderer. ” I reasoned defensively. Haley thought about it. “ Maybe you’re right. ” she agreed reluctantly.

“ What about your dad, aren’t you afraid he would go to jail or something? ” She asked with concern.

“ It’s about time he do. But don’t tell him I said that, he’ll skin me alive. ” I whispered cautiously. “ But he’s the least suspicious – he won’t kill Kasie and accuse Mr Forn just because he hates his dog. ” I assured her, or rather, me.

“ What about Mr Forn? ” Haley thought aloud.

“ He’s the most suspected to be the murderer. He gave all the details that literally points to his brother. But I still don’t really think it’s him. Why don’t we ask who his brother is, to make sure? ”

“ I don’t really think he would tell us. I mean, knowing how much he hates you. ” She suggested nervously.

The next thing I knew, we were knocking on Mr Forn’ s door. I got this method that works on her every time called ‘bribery’.

“ I should have known, you little rat with brains. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN I still owed you $2. ” she spat as my knuckles hit the wood.

“ Oh, you should have. Now let’s just do this and we can get going. ” I retorted. No one answered the door for about a minute.

“ Okay, what luck! Mr Forn isn’t at home, so lets move on. ” She urged. I knew she was afraid of Mr Forn. But at the most we just get chased out with a broom. I was prepared.

Then, the door burst open. Mr Forn was standing there. “ What. Do. You. Want?!? ” He asked sternly through gritted teeth. Haley gulped. But I was as cool as a frozen chicken in North Pole. “ Can we know who your brother is? ” I asked politely, in case I trigger his anger nerve although I know he was naturally annoyed and raged. He slammed the door and our face,
Haley tugged on my shirtsleeve.

“ Let’s go, that guy’s mentally disabled. ” She remarked.

“ But I just had to have the answers. They’ re important for this investigation, If not Kasie’s case will not be brought to justice. ” I insisted and starting banging on the door.

“ Stop it! You’re disturbing the whole neighbourhood!” Haley whisper- scolded. I felt guilty, but I didn’t care and continued thumping.

Haley grabbed hold of my collar. “ Leo Crimson. Stop. It. NOW. ” There was a note finality in her voice. I paused. The door smacked open again. “ My brother is Patrick Forn. I don’t know where or what his name is now, though. Now get the heck out of here! ” Mr Forn screeched hysterically as he whipped the door close. His actions were so swift that Haley was still holding my collar. Then she let go.


“ Sorry, Haley. ” I murmured as we strolled to the ICA. She glared at me. “ You’re simply stubborn. ”
“ I know, I know. ” I mumbled as she started lecturing me about my stubbornness. She had done this so many times that I can recite it backwards.
“ If you were not stubborn, you would not be labeled as an hyperactive, and would not have so much trouble. Can’t you not be so persevering sometimes? ” She would say. But I can’t help it, maybe that’s a symptom of being hyperactive. I gave her the ‘ I’m so guilty so stop nagging already’ look. She sighed and shook her head. “ Lets go. ” she snatched my hand and ran as a rival of an Olympian runner to the counter of the ICA. My leg was barely touching the ground, flickering like a flag attached to a dashing pole.

We were lucky, as when we reached the booth, there were hardly any people there, so it didn’t take long to get assistance.

“ We want the list of – ” Haley started demanding. I knew she was too straightforward.

“ Erm, Our mother had just passed away. She told us our uncle’s name before she died and asked us to look for him. Since that was his name years ago, can we check that if he had changed it? ” I cut in and cooked up a story.

The counter people nodded and smile. “ May I know what’s your uncle’s name? ” she asked politely.
“ Patrick Forn. ” Haley snapped.
I nudged her. Her attitude might really expose our identities, really. She got the message and forced a smile.
The counter person keyed in the name and clicked the mouse a few times. “ Oh my god. Your uncle’s the mayor! ” She gasped.

“ You’re kidding, right? ” Haley remarked sternly.
“ She meant that … this is a news too good to be true! We better get going, thanks for the trouble. ” I tried to cover Haley’s mistake and dragged her out of the place.

“ I can’t believe it! Mr Class is Mr Forn’s brother? That’s impossible! ” Haley started blabbering. “ Why would Mr Class frame Mr Forn for stealing the jewelry when he was already rich enough to afford three of my apartments? It just doesn’t make sense! ”

“ Come on, Haley. Maybe its just a coincidence – a mere coincidence that Mr Class happened to be Mr Forn’s brother. Let’s go find Sarge and ask him about the fingerprints on the gloves. ” I assured her although I wasn’t so sure about it myself.

We were about to go into the mansion to find Sarge when I found myself pulling Haley to the back of a tree.

“ Don’t tell anything about Mr Forn’s brother and the
Mayor to Sarge. ” I advised.

“ Why? ” She looked startled.
“ I told you – Sarge isn’t so trustworthy now. ” I whisper- remindered her. “ Just don’t. ” I commanded before she could reason me.

We got our permission and went into the room again. Sarge and his team were also there.

“ So … are there any fingerprints on the glove and the jewelry at Mr Forn’s house? ” I asked curiously.

“ Nope, ” Sarge bit his lip. “ None at all – that murderer’s pretty smart. ”

“ If he would dared to kill Kasie, he ought to be smart. Or else his days are numbered. ” Haley agreed, with a grudge against the murderer, whoever it was.

“ So … found out any clues? ” I asked again, making sure that I didn’t miss out any single detail to help me solve this case. Sarge shook his head. I expected that, because like I had said before, the murderer should be a genius. Sarge left not long after, and so we decided to search the room alone.

“ Maybe there are some clues in the … the diaries you and Kasie share? ” Reading about what Haley had said on our previous visit here that I had jotted down in my notebook.

“ Good point. ” She commented and dug out the diary. It was blue and purple with stickers all over it. It had a lock. Then, Haley took out a key from her wallet and unlocked the diary. She flipped through the pages.

“ It seems that Kasie wrote one last entry probably after I left her house and before she was, ” she swallowed a lump. “ you know. ”
“ Can I… read it? ” I asked, although I expect her to say ‘ no’. She nodded.
I took the dairy and here’s what’s written in it:

Dear Haley,
Today, I had a lot of fun with you. Its really nice to have you as my best friend. I really cherished the times we have together. Remember the time when we went fishing and you got pulled into the river because your line got stuck under a rock? That was hilarious because I started laughing at you and you pulled me into the river too. Yeah.. just want you to know that. Also, you should find some other friends, me and Leo is not enough. Erm, that is all.

Lots of love,
Kasie

Immediately, I knew who was the murderer. I don’t know if I should tell Haley, because it was obvious that she would freak out and start to go mad.

“ It was totally an obvious ‘good bye and thank you’ letter. ” I commented. She took the book.

“ Don’t read it, ” I slammed the book close in her face. “ You will cry. ” I reasoned. Haley took a deep breath and sighed. “ I… I think I know who killed Kasie. ” I blurted out.

Just then, I heard something moved at the doorway. I ran outside the room, only to see the back of the person probably eavesdropping on us turning at a bend. I didn’t bother to chase whoever it was because now that I know who’s the murderer, I’ve got a more vital job to do – find more evidence.

“ What happened? And who’s the murderer? ” Haley urged to know the answers. Should I tell her? Maybe next time.

“ Nothing, just a rat. Then again, I was just suspicious of someone, that’s all. ” I lied, twice in a row.

Usually, Haley would suffocate or hold me down to get the answers. But this time, she probably read the diary when I was away so she got all teary and didn’t bother to threaten me. I knew what was going to happen so I excused myself to go home, to think about this case again. Haley agreed and I escaped home the moment I could.

I lay on my bed the way I liked again and thought about it :

SM is related to Kasie because she knew that SM was going to kill her. The first hint was Kasie pointing her finger at the balcony when she died. If she had the time to point, she would have the time to struggle and maybe defend herself against SM. So she knew that if she died, it would be of good to SM so she didn’t bother to struggle, but she still want this murder case to be brought to justice. Anyway I think she might be pointing to the secret safe before she died and SM realised that but he can’t open the safe so he moved her hand so it made it point to the balcony. The second hint was the goodbye note. Why did Kasie write a goodbye note before her death? Because she knew that she was going to die! So it was pretty obvious who the murderer now was. There are plenty of other evidence too. You see, -

“ Thinking again? ” Grandma barged into my room again and sat on my bed. “ I’m going to die today and I know it, ” she announced, taking a puff of her cigarette. I didn’t say anything. What can you say to a person who think she’s going to die today?

“ So, why are you home so early? Shouldn’t you be cracking the case for that girl? ” she laughed out loud. I really don’t get grandmas.

“ She was going to cry so I escaped. ” I replied proudly, thinking that I was quick at mind, if not I would had been with Haley for another crying session.

“ What! You left her alone at her point of depression? What kind of friend are you? ” Grandma nagged. I was starting to feel guilty.

“ If you don’t bring home that lady today, don’t you DARE step in this house! ” She hollered at the top of her lungs, launching whacks of her stick at me. “ MOVE IT, KID! ” She warned with her bulging eyes and chased me out of the house.

I looked at my watch. It was one hour to noon. It was still very early, so I decided to find some evidence before I report to the police station or rather, Haley. So first, I need to find Sarge.

“ I left my notebook in there. Can I go retrieve it? ” I asked the security politely. He nodded and let me in.
That was easy.

This time, fortunately, Mrs and Mr Class weren’t at the living room, shooting questions. So, I explored the mansion, instead of heading directly to Kasie’s bedroom, dodging all the maids and servants. I was thinking which place would a kidnapped person be hidden. Well, hopefully kidnapped and not killed.

Janitors’ room? Guests’ room? No. Somewhere where the maids and servants are not allowed in. I thought of movie shows. … The Private Library! Yes! They usually have secret passageway, like a head of a demon statue or something. But where is the library?

Suddenly, Mrs Class walked out of a room and headed to the opposite of where I was. That was close. The private library obviously must be connected to the master bedroom. And the master bedroom’s door was slightly opened. What else could I do? After peeping through the slid to ensure that Mr Class or any maids were not there, I sneaked in. IT WAS HUMONGOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! Triple Kasie’s room! It really made the Toys ‘R’ us stall looked minute. There was also a cabinet filled with antiques. Make it three cabinets. Then, there were some muffled voices. I knew I had made the right move. I headed the direction where the sound came from. I ended up in a private library. I knew it! Television was not so useless after all.

There was a fireplace at a corner, the fire flickering ever so desperately, accompanied by a few candles depressingly showing off their light. I looked up. Thousand of books were stacked in bookcases about 600 miles up. A fireplace in a library was quite an odd thing – once a book is on fire, there will be yet another catastrophe.

There must be some secret passage. I knocked on the dusty wall near the fireplace. There was a hollow sound. Fake wall. I knocked harder. The muffled voice inside became louder. Whoever inside had heard me.

I looked around for clues to revealing this ever so secret place. The fireplace was surrounded by polished willow wood. Then, on top of it were two statues of infant angels holding harps. Suspicious. I pushed all the parts of the statues. Nothing. I sighed. Was I supposed to break through the wall? I caught a glimpse of some crumpled paper on the floor. I took some and flicked it into the flames. There was a creaking sound. The wall tilted a bit. My eyes widened. I knew what was happening.

I grabbed any nearby books and starting ripping off pages and flinging them into the flames. As it engulfs the crinkled paper hungrily, I watched in awe as the wall around fireplace with it turned 45 degrees. As soon I was able to slit in to the room behind the library, I shot through it. The muffled voices were raging now. But the secret room was in total darkness, except for the dim light from the candles in the private library.

“ Hello? Anyone here? ” I asked as I feel around the room for a light switch. There was a little creaking sound of wood and then, the lights went on, but I was not the one who switched it on. All was clear to see.

“ Hello, Leo. I was expecting you. ” There was an snickering voice from behind.






WOOOO~~~ Soooo exciting. MUAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH. The power of suspense. Remember what curiosity did to the cat? Anyway the new notebook { Actually a mini laptop but he still insists it as a notebook } my father got today comes with this headphone so now I feel ultra shioking listening to all the songs I like. That's why I got the MP3 thingy posted on my blog. Everything comes with a motive. Muaha. And the notebook also comes with some downloaded demo games that only got 60 minutes trial but still playable then just now I was playing happily with my bro the CHICKEN INVADORS 2 and then the book worm one was pretty boring but I came up with a SUPER LONG word that is considered long in that game -cultivated So I killed the enemy with a 1 hit K.O. Pretty lame but I'm desperate. Stay tune and be alive till then - don't be like the cat!