Get a Clue

Pointing Fingers

The police came rather quickly to the scene of the crime. Everyone was crying, even Eli. No one expected their beloved Henry to leave them so soon.
"We... we have to stay for a funeral. We... he's gone." Beverly sobbed. The police showed up, one officer with a sympathetic look on his face, and the other looking very stern.
"I'm very sorry for your loss, but you all must realize we have a serious crime on our hands," the stern police officer said with no emotion.
"What crime? Are friend committed suicide!" Julia blurted. The officers just shook their heads.
"Ma'm it is possible that this man has been murdered. We are going to need to do some investigation on the matter. You all need to give us the truth, so that we can figure out what really happened tonight." Everyone nodded slow, and followed the two men into the dining room. Peter stopped and looked at his friend's body one last time, and let one last tear seep from his eyes.
Once everyone was seated the men started firing people questions.
"Who was the first one to see Mr. Henry's body?" Cheryl raised a shaky hand.
"What were the seven of you doing tonight?"
"We were just catching up. Having a drink, chatting, you know... catching up," Eli said honestly. The police just nodded, implying Eli to go on. Beverly took over.
"Look, our friend here has been cyber bullied before and he has been known to have anxiety issues. You cannot just pin his death on us! I am a lawyer and I can tell you that we would have none of this in court. What Eli said was true!"
"I see," the police officer with a hint of sympathy replied," but your job is to defend people, so you are very good at it. Thus, you make a good lawyer. Our job is to make sure people like you don't protect a murder. So, can anyone tell me what sort of things you were talking about?" Beverly let out a hough, and sat back in her chair. Julia rolled her eyes.
"Well-"Julia started.
"No, we want to hear from Abraham. He hasn't talked much," the officer said. Everyone exchanged a nervous glance and stared at Abraham.
"Well, I know I talked to Julia about memories from high school. Also, there was the conversation with Henry about his students." Everyone winced at the name of the lifeless friend, who was laying alone in his bedroom."Peter and I talked about fame." The police had a notepad that they were writing every word in.
"We will need to have you on speed dial at all times in case of a clue found or question that needs to be further answered. Rent a hotel for the week at least," and with that the cops left the six alone in their dear friend's dining room.
"Julia, I need to talk to you in Henry's office," Abraham gestured towards the empty room. The two got up and left the room, closing the door behind them.
"There is no way Henry committed suicide. One of them did it." Julia looked at Abraham's stern face. She shook her head. "I'm telling you right now, I know that you didn't do it. Of course I know I didn't do it. Peter is too nice to hurt a fly. That leaves Cheryl, Beverly, and Eli. I'm dead serious we need to figure this out before the cops do. Or else, any secret we would possibly have to hide will have to come out." Julia listened to Abe and nodded, soaking in every word.
"Oh! Abe you are right! But, we can't tell anyone that we know it was a murder. Suspicions will work against us!" Julia cried hugging Abraham. He rapped his large arms around her, and kissed her on the top of the head. Julia smiled a bit, and with that they left the room to join their friends.
"What if it wasn't suicide, but homicide..." Peter trailed off. Everyone looked at him shocked, but Abe in Julia exchanged nervous glances.
"We just can't point fingers, that isn't right," Beverly countered.
"How do we know you aren't covering up for something!" Cheryl cried.
"She just said not to point fingers!" Peter whined. Beverly rolled her eyes.
"I don't have time for your drama!" Beverly called as she walked out of Henry's house. Abraham waved his hand toward the door. Everyone marched out except Abe who grabbed Cheryl's arm and implied for her to stay a moment longer. He pulled her hands to his.
"I did miss you."
"Same, but this isn't the time to get back together," Cheryl cautioned. She was pulled into a tight hug. There faces were inches away.
"No, Abraham. Not the right time," Cheryl said, lightly kissing him on the nose, then pulling away."Have discipline."
"Discipline? Got it," Abe nodded holding her hand to the porch. Everyone had already left. Cheryl strutted off to her car with Abe ambling behind. She waved goodnight and drove off leaving Abraham alone in the drive way of his dead friend's house.