(photo to the side is Kelsey)
I watched for a few seconds as Kathleen slept. She’d been so paranoid just a few seconds before, but it didn’t worry me. There had been so many secrets we had both hidden from each other that if I were in her place I would have had the craziest questions spilling from my mouth. After I was certain she was asleep, I got up and went down stairs to where her brother, Ed, was sitting with my own brother, Harry.
Quietly I slipped into the living room and sat down next to Harry, who had finally wiped away his tears. “Hazza? Everything is going to be alright. I promise.” I whispered, taking his hand in mine.
He looked at me, nodding slightly. “Eddie, this is my sister, Kelsey.” he said looking at the ginger boy across from us. “Kelsey this is Eddie Sheeran.”
I held out my empty hand to shake his as I turned a slight shade of red. “I know who he is. Kathleen told me about you, Ed.” I said. “She was the person to tell me about Lego House.”
He smiled and I nearly swooned at the sight. His smile was as beautiful as his voice. “She’s told me about you as well, Kelsey. Said you lived in Virginia, liked Harry Potter, and had
four siblings and one that is on the way.”
“It wasn’t entirely a lie…” I said quietly. “Foreign exchange program.”
“I know. The same for Kath.” Ed replied with a slight smile.
I looked up at him and smiled back. It felt like that moment was the most important in my life to that moment, but there were more pressing matters. “I’ll call the P.I. and see what he’s learned, Hazza. Don’t worry. We will get to the bottom of this.” I promised my brother.
“Our phone is in the kitchen if you want to use that.” Ed told me.
“Thank you.” I replied, turning on my heel to go into the kitchen.
I picked up the phone from the base and dialed the P.I.’s number and waited for a moment. “Name?” asked a voice on the other end of the line.
“Kelsey Styles.” I muttered into the receiver. “Put Landon on the phone.”
A few seconds later and a more friendly voice was on the line. “Ah, yes, Miss Styles. What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Do you have any leads on who killed Emily?” I asked him.
“We have done a DNA test on the gun that had been planted on her body and it turns out it may have been a frame up. As it looked at the scene the gun had been planted, but the results show only two people’s DNA… Emily’s and yours.” he told me.
“So she may have shot herself?” I asked, curiously.
That wouldn’t go over well with Harry. He’d never love again… never be himself again. “That appears to be so, but when we did a fiber test on the thread on her arm, it didn’t match any of the clothes that she was wearing when she died.” he said.
“So she may have been murdered and it was set up to look like a suicide?”
“That appears to be correct. There was never any sign of a bullet wound and the gun found on her was fully loaded. From the looks of them crime scene, we have an amateur murderer on our hands who is still a force not to be trifled with.”
“So do we know who it was or not?” I asked after a long, awkward pause.
“I’m afraid not and I’m also afraid you and your friend Kathleen have been made suspects and are to remain under house arrest until further notice.”
