My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Hazel

sorry guys took a massive hiatus, started working on other books, and today i thought 'I GOTTA FINISH THIS' and so i rolled up my sleeves from my short sleeved t-shirt took out my imaginary earrings and put on imaginary boxing gloves which i cant...type...with on a computer. oh.

"So I was right!" exclaimed James triumphantly. 

"Yes yes," Daisy said, not caring and waving her hand around uselessly. 

I tried to summon all the thoughts I had in my head into one tightly knit group. "Mr Blueberry was involved in a boxing match, maybe several, which we suspect is illegal because once Mr Blueberry died, surely the police would've interviewed people. We assume-no, we KNOW the police didn't find out and didn't interview anyone as the papers mentioned the police had no leads and the boxing matches would've been big news."

"The papers could be lying," James popped up.

"Alexander and George could also be lying," Daisy said sarcastically. "Think James! We have nothing right now. We can only assume. The people who could 100% confirm it for us are both dead, the Blueberrys!"

"Unless we find someone else," I said. "Someone else who attended the matches and has at least, some knowledge."

"I-" James began.

"Hazel, you write back to that boyfriend of yours and tell him and George that we found Alice and to nose around a bit, find anyone who knows about the fights. Tell them to round up other close friends that were associated with the Blueberrys, while we try to relocate Amber, or Alice, rather, in this vast city." Daisy sighed. "We shouldn't've let her go. Now how the hell are we supposed to find her!" Daisy started to stomp her feet, strands of her hair coming out of her two plaits she had done this morning.

I laughed. "Oh Daisy, it's all right, we're the Detective Society! We have never yet once failed on a case, especially as we have you," I smiled.

James smiled at my words. "She's right," he said kindly, taking a step toward Daisy. He brushed the strands of her from her face. Daisy gaped at him, her mouth slightly opened. I giggled at seeing my best friend so flustered and smitten with a boy. A boy! Who would've thought?

"I wonder what Amina would say about this," I said cheekily, repeating her words from the boat.

James's brows furrowed. "Who's Amina?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"No one!" Daisy said, covering it up quickly. "Uh nothing, I mean, of course she's someone, well haha now that you mention her, Hazel-" Her eyes shot towards me and pierced me like daggers while I felt guilty about my impulsiveness. "-, but, she's just a friend." She finished on a light tone and smiled sweetly at James, her newfound obsession.

"Okay," James nodded, looking as if he believed her.

Could Daisy be losing feelings for Amina? Anything was possible.

Just then, we received a knock on the door. I went to open it to reveal an exhausted looking postman. "I am so sorry," he huffed. "This letter was supposed to be delivered an hour or so ago, but I couldn't keep track of all the mail; there's just so many. If you'll excuse my tardiness, Miss," he said looking at me ruefully. I glanced at the clock. We'd already been in Shanghai for two hours, sitting on our beds and talking.

"Of course," I answered simply, taking the letter from him.

I headed back to Daisy and my bedroom. James was sitting behind Daisy on her bed, braiding her hair. I raised an eye at them and Daisy rolled hers, James not noticing. 

"Well?" prompted Daisy. "What does it say?"

"It says," I began.

"Dear Hazel, Daisy and James,

Strange things are happening. George says it's an amazing coincidence, as soon as all of you left, events have started to occur. Today, for example, we went back to the Blueberry's house to discover everything had been wiped clean. The place smelt of detergent. We were allowed in as George has somehow charmed the policemen (finally) and now we're good acquaintances. We're even on first name basis! Can you believe that? Anyway, the police says they did not send anyone to clean up the evidence and even more absurd: there were no signs of anyone breaking in!

The whole place has been emptied out by the looks. Thank goodness George told me to take the tape and anything else that might've been suspicious or related to Mr Blueberry's old days. But I think whoever ransacked the house noticed that. It's a mess in the basement now. George and I think the person who broke in was looking for Mr Blueberry's old tapes as the drawer which we found the tapes is absolutely wrecked and broken and looked like brutal force was used. We came up with a new theory: what if Mr Blueberry's death was occurred to throw us off the scent? What if the husband's and the wife's deaths weren't related at all?

We've found a clue though. There's a ring that wasn't there before. It looks expensive and it was in a box saying, 'From Roy Blueberry', presumably Mr Blueberry. But we re-looked at the photos taken of Mr Blueberry's wife and we discovered we missed one very important detail, one that every single one of us had no idea about: Mrs Blueberry was not wearing a ring on the day she died! Did the ring belong to Mrs Blueberry (then why didn't she wear it?) or did...Mr Blueberry possibly have a secret affair and this was supposed to be a gift! Most likely, the ransacker (that's definitely not a word, but whatever) dropped it. So why did they have it on them?

Anyway, we interviewed Martha again, forgot to tell you in my previous letter. She is actually quite rich! A 12 inch screen TV; we asked her how she got it and she said Alice, Mrs Blueberry's supposed best friend, often took pity on her from Mrs Blueberry trying to act like Martha's mother (who's dead by the way, died when Martha was 11 from cancer) and when she didn't want to pay Martha the right amount she should be paying her as Mrs Blueberry would often get in one of 'her moods' and not talk to anyone and be rude.

So basically, from what we've found out: Mr Blueberry's death might needn't be linked to his wife's. We think. There is about a 60% chance. If it was, George and I need to dig more. If it's not, maybe the murderer paid the other boxer to beat Mr Blueberry up? Though Mr Blueberry is one big man, and I wouldn't cross him. It looks like he was the champion in the ring back in his day, judging from the trophies and medals. The murderer must've scrounged quite a bit to find someone, or two, to fight Blueberry to the death. I wonder how the fighters managed to do it? George reckons he smells a bit of foul play. Another few points to summon it up:

-Mrs Blueberry didn't pay Martha well

-Alice intervened sometimes, makes her even more important in the case as she becomes a factor; she was obviously unhappy with the way her best friend treated Martha

-George and I need to find out who broke into the place, whoever did it must've had a key or got it

-Martha's suspicious, and Alice is looking worse and worse by the second

-We're watching all of Blueberry's tapes, some of them are interviews from reporters and journalists, which can prove to be useful, except we've found nothing except Mr Blueberry said he had no wife (which is false as I'm pretty sure he's been married for quite some time now) and his least favourite fruit are blueberries, ironic huh?

-Interview people and pick up any sort of evidence that Mr Blueberry had a secret lover

Alexander"

I felt my blood turn cold and looked at Daisy and James fearfully. Their faces bore the same expression as mine, Daisy's a bit more curious. This case had just gone to another level.