One of Us is Dead

Chapter 1

Knox:

(Context: Knox's Dad retires from construction work and uses his retirement funds to open a hardware store )

"Third one this week!" Mum exclaims, placing a crumpled envelope down onto the counter.
I snatch it up hastily and begin to examine it. Unsurprisingly, the letter is addressed from 3 Yanks Street printed in small letters in the corner of the page. Three Yanks Street is a tiny shop located at the end of the road. It is owned by a grumpy old man called Alfred Mannings. I know what your thinking: what put a chip on his shoulder? Well, us. Or more specifically, our shop did. You see, every September Bayveiw holds a Best Store  competition, and Alfred Mannings "should have won", however he was pipped to the post by Myers' Hardware (the shop that my parents own). Mr Mannings was furious and has been sending my parents hateful letters ever since.
"What a bastard." I say, allowing the letter to fall from my hands and onto the floor.
Mum's eyebrows lower to form a scowl. "Language!" She hisses , though I can tell she doesn't disagree.
"I'm not wrong, though." I laugh 
"Whatever." Mum sighs. "Let's just get home."

When we arrive home, Dad is bent over a large pan- presumably our dinner- and Kristine (who is staying with us until she finds a job) has got her face shut a away in a book. "Hey guys!" She says, placing the leather-bound book onto the table. "Everything okay?"
"Not really." My mum replies, pecking my dad on the cheek. "We just got another letter from Mr Mannings."
Dad lets out an agitated growl. "That man is starting to get on my nerves!"
"I don't think we should be that worried about him." I say quietly 
"What?" Mum demands
"Well think about it, he's such a coward he can't even say something to our faces." I explain. "He's not going to do anything to us."
My sister shoots finger guns in my direction. "That's exactly what I said to Dad earlier!" 
"It's not what he says to us." Dad vindicated. "It's what he tells others !"
And just like that, I understand what Dad is getting at; it doesn't matter what he says about our store to us, but if he slates the store to other people, that could be a serious blow to business. 

My dashboard tells me it's 3:15 but I can't sleep, and neither can Maeve- which is why I'm sat in the dark ranting to her about Mr Mannings. "So, he's sent you another letter." Her voice is mechanical over the phone, but it's still soothing to me.
"Yes." I say. "I wish there was something I could do about it..."

Hi guys! I'm really sorry that this chapter is boring, I just had to set the scene a bit!
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