Chapter Two.

Why, why, why? That was what I asked myself all day.

“ So, what did you find out? What’s he like? How old? Is he cute? Whats the 411, girl!” Joyce pressed for answers.

“ Joyce, calm down! You are talking like you are 15, but since you are then I can too. He is gorgeous!!!!! About 25-26 years old, like us. Very sexy. He says he didn’t kill her. Claims he only knew her a short time, 3 days. He was her chauffer for extra money. I have to go see the body tomorrow. Yeeeew. By the way, “ whats the 411 girl” who talks like that?” I explained.

"I heard it on a commercial, okay. Sexy ah. OOOHHH.”

“ Joyce, is that all you heard?”

A smile spread across her face.

“ Joyce, get in here now!” screamed Mr. Johnson.

“ Uh, oh,” Joyce said in a laughing voice.

“ Bye.”

“Bye”

She left the room in a half run half walk, her long brown hair bouncing, a happy look in her chocolate brown eyes. I hated her for her gorgeous figure. Unlike me she was very slim. She had this huge crush on Ben Parker for sooo many years no one could keep count any more.

“ By the way,” Joyce’s head popped in the door, “ Ben asked me out and I said yes! Ha!” Perfect timing. I laughed.

“ You have a boyfriend and you are asking me about Nick? Is he sexy? How could you?”

“ What, and give up my way of life, never. See ya,” Joyce said laughing as she left the room.

“ Miss Bryce, the body is over there,” Detective Nash pointed.

I slowly walked over. My stomach was in knots, that were turning to butterflies. The closer I got, the higher up my stomach rose into my throat. Her body lay right there infront of me. She had 3 stab wounds. One on her shoulder, one in her stomach and one near her heart. Poor lady.

“ Kiara.”

“ Aaa.” I screamed, “ Don’t do that again!"

“ Sorry. I am glad you came down.”

“ Didn’t leave me much of a choice.”

“ Sure I did.”

“ Yeah, my job.”

“ Boy that must of hurt,” Mr. Johnson said, changing the subject.

“ A slow and painful death. Can’t you just feel it?” he said, pressing a finger into my shoulder.

“ Actually, it was a quick, easy death. Or so I persume,” interruped Katherine Smith, Mrs. Smith’s neice.

“ Oh, hi Katherine. Kiara, we had best leave.” he said grabbing my arm.

“ Okay, I am coming. Gosh what is your hurry?” I asked.

“ I just don’t belive a word that girl says. She drives me crazy. Her and her big mouth. She thinks she’s so smart.” Jim complained.

“ Calm down. It’s not the end of the world. You act as though she tried to kill you,” I joked.

“ No comment,” he replied.

"Hey Joyce, did Katherine do something to upset Mr. Johnson?” I asked when we got back two hours later.

“ Well, yeah. She sued him for 20 000 dollars and actually recived $10 000.”

“ You're joking right?” I asked.

“ Nope.”

“ Wow.”

“ Yeah.”

“Hi Nick, how are you?” I asked the next day.

“ Hi, well except the fact that I am in jail for no reason, fine,”Nick said with a bit of a laughing tone. I started to laugh uncontrollably.

“ It’s not that funny,” he said between laughs.

“ Yes it is,” I said.

“ Okay, so it is. But what have you got for my case?”

“ Not much. I saw the body. What an awful sight. Can you tell me where the stab wounds are and how many?” I asked.

“ Well, I was told that there were 3 wounds. One in the shoulder, one in the stomach and one near the heart. Is that correct?”

“ Yes, but if I were you I wouldn’t tell that unless they ask.”

“ Why?”

“ Because then it proves you have seen the body.”

“ But I haven’t.”

"I know, but they won't belive you. You are a killer remember?”

"I am not a killer....but if I was I wouldn’t be able to forget, because you keep reminding me!” he yelled.

“ Stop yelling at me. I didn’t kill 'er. I am trying to help you!”

“ I didn’t either, but I might be temped to kill you after this!”he yelled, got up and stormed off.

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