My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Daisy

We ambushed James around the corner and pulled him into the room.

  "Did you have the card on you when you went to the bathroom?" I hissed.

  James startled, obviously overwhelmed by our sudden capture of him. "Yes," he said.

  "What about when you went out of the bathroom?" Hazel asked, far more politely than I could ever manage.

  "Yes," said James again, rolling his eyes.

  "Was Amber, or rather, Alice," I snarled. "Anywhere near you before and after we came out of that ship?"

  "Calm down Daisy," James told me. I was ready to murder him if he had dropped it carelessly.

  "Was she?"

  "No," answered James.

  "So you dropped it," I accused.

  James looked slightly guilty. I actually had no idea whether losing the card was an accident or on purpose, but judging the look he gave me, I thought I now knew.

  I sighed, waving the murderous thought out of my mind. "So you did drop it."

  "Fine!" bursted out James. "I may or may not have not zipped my pockets up. Now that I remember," he added.

  Hazel let out her long breath as well. Just as she was beginning to tell him off, there came a knock on the door. I opened the door and put a pasty smile on my face.

  "Letter here for..." The delivery man squinted at the paper. "Miss Daisy Wells and Hazel Wong."

  "Thank you," I said sweetly, before snatching the paper away (which surely gave him a paper cut) and slamming the door. This was no time to apologise (just in case if I naturally did). This was definitely, no doubt, from George and Alexander. I heard a muffled 'Ow! Kids these days', from outside the door.

  "A letter!" remarked Hazel. "Well open it!"

  I tear away the envelope to reveal the letter inside, folded neatly and carefully. "Dear Hazel, Daisy and James, if you are there. We have seen that the Blueberry's manor is surrounded by police again. Apparently, Mr Blueberry has been found dead. The investigators have absolutely no clue or lead on what happened. There's even no thread of evidence that it was linked to his wife's death. Please write back as soon as possible."

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"But if the police didn't know anything, how did Mr Blueberry die?"

  "Oh please Hazel," I laughed scornfully. "Adults these days."

  We all sat there on Hazel's bed, sitting, thinking, waiting for something to happen. Then, James jumped up from his position. "Hey, what do the police follow?" he asked.

  "Are you serious?" I snapped. "What kind of a question is that? Go to police school if you want to know."

  "The law," said Hazel, after I finished my very short rant.

  "Exactly!" said James. "So whatever happened must've been...illegal!"

  I stared in awe at James. "No wonder the police didn't know!" I said. "All right, Hazel, fetch me paper and something to write with. At once."

  Hazel hurried to my command, so excited she didn't do the action sulkily like she normally would've. Gotta learn to stop letting others take control. As much as that benefitted her, it didn't benefit me as then I would've had to deal with all the mess. Another rant.

  As soon as Hazel left the paper in front of me, I grabbed it and began to write, rushing. I told them about James's suspicion and said to look around. I also mentioned to them to tell the rest of the group to stop lazying and help.

  Soon, the letter was delivered (by none other than the grumpy delivery man whose paper cut was now wrapped with a bandaid).

  "Hopefully they'll do a good job," I muttered. Them not having me to usually lead around was very unsettling for me.

  I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was James. "Relax, Daisy," he said, a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm sure they'll do great. Besides, they've all worked on cases together before. It's not new for them."

  I felt comforted by James's rather remarkable speech. "If you say so," I sighed.

  I could only hope for the best.