Get a Clue

One down, three to go

The gang had left the coffee shop. Two days went bye and no answers were found.
Abraham invited Julia to his hotel room so they could talk things out about who did the crime.
"Abraham why do you trust me? I'm just wondering, I mean you didn't suspect me once. Why?" Julia asked. Abraham looked into her doe eyes.
"You are just too sweet," he told her leaning in. Their lips connected, but only for a bit. He pulled away and winked at her. She had her hands on his neck, and tried to pull him towards her again. Abraham smirked and kissed her on the cheek.
"Why do you do it?" Julia asked raising one eyebrow.
"Do what?"
"Everyone knows you have feelings for Cheryl. We aren't blind you know. Yet, why are you trying to get me to kiss you?" she questioned. "Don't lie to me." Abraham had been holding his breath unintentionally, and let out a shaky sigh.
"Since he died, I haven't been the same. I just want to feel something! Beverly would never fall for something like this. Cheryl is trying to push me away till after this situation. Who else do I get to steal kisses from? None other than the lovely Miss Julia Paisley!" Abraham explained leaning in again. Julia let him kiss her more passionately this time, but she did not kiss back. Abraham looked into Julia's eyes and gave her a saddened expression. Julia left the room with her head held high, and marched to Beverly's room next.
"He is so broken Bev! One down, three to go," Julia explained. Beverly nodded and waved her hand telling Julia to continue.
"Now onto Cheryl, then Peter."
"No. Peter first. He is always so innocent. People suspect nothing of him. In court the first thing you learn is to forget the person's reputation. It will mislead you," Beverly said sternly. Julia just nodded.
"Why are we doing this again?"
"If we make people vulnerable, their guard will be down and we will be able to figure out who did it," Beverly explained rolling her eyes. Julia wondered quietly if Beverly really did do it.
That evening, Beverly and Julia called Peter to their hotel room. Peter arrived right on time. As he walked in he leisurely set down his things. Julia said hi to Peter and motioned for him to sit down. She winked at Beverly, who was behind Peter not making a sound. Beverly grabbed Peter from behind and pushed him to the wall with an iron grip.
"What is your secret?" Beverly yelled at Peter forcefully. Peter struggled.
"I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Oh, believe me. You aren't fooling anyone! What are you hiding? That you did it! Did you help the murder?" Julia yelled at him from behind Beverly. Peter started crying.
"If I tell you my secret, will you keep it? This is personal." Beverly and Julia nodded furiously, knowing they weren't really going to keep it.
"I'm... I am... gay." Beverly released him once the words sank in. Her face turned from harsh to worried.
"You're what?"
"G-A-Y! That's right! I've hid in the closet for years now, but yeah! This is who I am, so don't think less of me for it!"
"You didn't kill Henry did you?" Julia asked weakly.
"I loved him... so much." Beverly and Julia looked at each other.
"Don't tell anyone this has happened, and we won't spread your secret," Beverly stated firmly. Peter nodded weakly and let a final tear run down his cheek. Julia opened the door for him as he ambled towards the door. Julia hugged home tightly before he left. After he was gone, she cried with Beverly for an hour. How could they not have known?