My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

George

I sulked at the wall while pacing around the room. "I hate it when I know Daisy's investigating and I'm not."

  "We're," corrected Alexander. "And I hate it when I know Hazel's not going to be around to have new ideas for our future wedding," he added, sulking back.

  "New wedding?" I snickered. "When did this happen?"

  Alexander flushed a bit and ignored me. I slapped him gently on the arm.

  "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but don't ignore me since you know how I get," I groaned.

  Alex laughed a bit then stopped. "Why don't we go see James. You know, some boy time?"

  "Why not," I replied.

  About a few days from when we met James, he had told us where he lived. Now all we had to do was to go find it. In the whole town of Eastfield.

  We wandered around a bit, whispering about the shops that we passed. I got a couple of stares from passersby, but I'm used to it. Seriously though, what's wrong with being Indian?

  "Um, George?" Alexander asked, with a slight poke.

  "Hm?"

  "I don't think we're getting anywhere."

  I sighed. Then, an idea popped into my mind. "Let's go to Mrs Blueberry's old house! Maybe we'll find James's mum, Ms Haulings, there."

  "Great idea," said Alex.

  We arrived at the huge house that almost covered an entire quarter of Eastfield itself. Strangely, the police caution tapes were still surrounding the house.

  I squinted at the many police officers scurrying around like little mice.

  "What's happened?" asked Alexander, terrified.

  "I don't know," I said slowly. "But we're about to find out."

  "No you're not," said a male officer, overhearing us. "Go back home. There's nothing you lads can do about it."

  "About what?" Alex questioned.

  The man laughed. "Don't be stupid kids, now go away. Shoo, shoo."

  "We're not going until you tell us what's happened," I said, using as much authority I had in my voice even though I was still two years away from becoming a full grown man.

  The policeman sighed. "The other ones dead. Murdered in fact. It was a pretty brutal way to kill someone."

  "What did you just say? Who's 'the other one'?" I continued to say.

  But the man seemed to not have heard us. "Mr Blueberry! The nurses said both of his arms were fractured and oh my, I've seen 'em, both twisted at terrible angles!" He inhaled and exhaled before cotinuing to ramble on. "Looks like he was defenceless before he was attacked. Our best guess is that he was murdered, and it may have been linked to his wife's death."

  My head swum with emotions. "We've got to go back and write to Daisy and Hazel."

  "What about James?"

  "We'll visit him another day."

  What we didn't know however, was that when we came back a few hours later, our letter sent and delivered safely by the postman ('Yes, George, the post was delivered. I saw it with my two eyes."), that James was gone.

  Ms Haulings had told us, confused, that she thought James had went on the boat with 'two very reliable, intelligent girls, Harmony and Lacey' and that she had no idea what we were talking about.

  "That's it, we're going on the next boat that leaves for China."