I'll get you

Chapter 9

Meanwhile, Cynthia, Jane, Pattie and Maureen had gathered at John and Cynthia's house. The TV had been on constantly since John, Paul, George and Ringo had disappeared in the Abbey Road Studios.

Every 30 minutes a journalist would inform the world about the Beatles, since hundreds of screaming girls were standing outside the television building, desperate to hear about them. Of course,they didn't have any information and just said vague things like: 'There is still no sign of any change in the bands' situation, so as far as we're concerned, there is absolutely nothing to worry about.' They stressed the word 'nothing' probably a bit too much.

They had almost given up the hope for really new news, when suddenly a programme was interrupted by a journalist. They quickly sat closer to the tv and held their breaths.

"A man has just been noticed at the Abbey Road studios. Witnesses say he entered the building violently. His identity is still unknown, but the police has its eyes now focused on this man as the possible murderer of the Beatles' manager, Brian Epstein. We cannot say anything about the health of the Beatles themselves yet, who were inside the studios when the man entered."

Jane started to cry, and the others just sat there looking at the screen, paralyzed. 

"We need to do something." Maureen said when she'd found her voice back.

"Do you want to go to Abbey Road? The police station? It won't help, Mau." Pattie sighed. 

"Why not? Perhaps one of us can recognise that man. I think we should go to the police office. Plus, they probably have the latest news."

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The man was woken by a bad headache. He looked around him; everything was dizzy and turning. He tried to get on his feet and then remembered what had happened.

That bloody Beatle had kicked him unconscious! He felt anger rise in his blood, but immediately tried to calm down again because he felt he could fade away any moment again. 

He looked at the door. It seemed like a normal door, so he dragged himself towards it. But when he tried to open it, it was as unmovable as a five-hundred kilogram heavy brick.

"Must be the... head.." He muttered to himself. Then he fell down again.

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Meanwhile, the Beatles were brainstorming in their little 'home'.

"Did you see what he looked like?" Paul asked. John and George shook their heads, but Ringo nodded.

"Well, sort of. He reminded me of someone, but I don't know who." He said.

"Yeah, I've got that too. I'm sure I've met him earlier..." Paul said.

"Can you describe him?" George asked.

Paul frowned. "I can try. He had... short blonde hair, combed backwards. Green eyes, with a thick black line around them... His eyebrows almost touched each other... a bit overweight. That's all I remember."

John had taken a little notebook and sketched the suspect in it. He showed it to Paul. "Like this?" He asked.

Paul nodded. "Yes, exactly. Does it ring a bell?" 

John looked at his sketch again. "It does, far away. Wait..." He looked at the plafond, his eyes narrowed. "Mike... that was his first name. Mike... something." 

"Yes, yes! That was it! Mike Smith!" Ringo exclaimed. "But what do we know him from?" 

George frowned. "Wasn't he that man of Decca records?" He thought out loud. 

"Decca? They turned us away when we auditioned a few years ago." Paul said. "Why would he be after us?" 

John slammed his hand on the table out of anger and frustration. "He must be jealous." 

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At the same time, the police was getting ready to invade the Abbey Road Studios. They were in full armour. 

"When I say go, okay?" The sergeant yelled. "Ready?" The policemen closest to the door nodded.

"Go!"

They immediately kicked in the door and held their guns in front of them, storming into the building one by one.

They had divided the rooms beforehand, to quicken the search. In less than a minute they'd found the little kitchen. It took another minute to remove the things Paul had placed in front of the door. When inside, the first cop almost stumbled over the man on the floor. 

"So who's this, then?" 

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The Beatles suddenly heard a lot of noise from outside. "Hide or wait?" John asked. "No time!" Paul answered. Then the door was kicked in.

"Hands up and come with us!" The policemen shouted. A bit surprised, the four musicians raised their hands and stood up. They were immediately handcuffed and led away from the place.

They were placed in four different cars, each with three cops. "What's going on?" Ringo asked. "You know, you know." The man in front of him said. 

"Why would I know?" Ringo asked. The cop turned around, and then Ringo recognised him. It was the officer who had forced him to spy on his friends.

The man just grinned at his expression. 

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Mal and Neil were both at the police station watching the latest news, when Jane, Pattie, Cynthia and Maureen walked in.

"Good afternoon, how are you?" Neil asked. The ladies sat down on the couch. 

"Alright. Anything new?" Cynthia asked. Neil shook his head and focused on the television again.

An officer opened the door. "Mr. Mal Evans, there's a phone call for you. It's urgent." He said.

Mal glanced at the others and then stood up. "Er.. okay. Who is it?" He asked. The man just shrugged and handed over the phone.

"Mal Evans." Mal said. He listened to what the person on the other side was saying. Suddenly his eyes grew and he looked at the others, upset. "What?! Did you... Why? Do you have evidence?" He brought his hand to his eyes. "Oh God... Sure, I'll... I'll tell them. But-" The other person had already hung up.

The others were staring at him expectantly and nervous. Mal striked his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. 

"They arrested the Beatles."