Thompson was dead. My idol was a murderer who would kill for their job back. He took innocent lives. The police cars took Steve and the ambulance took Grandma and Pete. Mom, Tammy and Great Uncle Bill explained the case to the officers. It was the first time in five years that Mom picked me up and carried me.
The funeral was three days later. I cried for Thompson, who was a great friend. I cried for Bella, who didn't do anything to deserve to die. I cried for John, even though he was a jerk who wanted to tear my family apart, he didn't deserve to die. I even cried for Steve, or rather, the man who I thought was the noble and caring detective.
I don't remember what I did for the next two days. It was a mix of crying and moping. Maybe both at the same time.
The thing that finally got me out of my state of extreme sadness was the fact that Mom got a call from the news that my picture was going to be taken and dubbed as "the child who caught the murderer". I did it. I had become a detective.
END OF THE FIRST SINISTER MYSTERY OF TOBIAS ERNSHACK: THE MURDER HOUSE MYSTERY
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The Murder House Mystery
Misterio / SuspensoTen year old Tobias 'Toby' Ernshack is going to a party, but little does he know how horribly everything is going to go. ~~ If you had the chance to fool around in a huge country house, you'd take it, wouldn't you? I took that chance. It was perfe...
