chapter three

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After hearing the news about the murder, Lydia rushed to her brothers work. Alex would know more about this than anyone. He had to know more about this. She ran to the police station then ran up the stairs to his office.

"Hey, little sister." Alex said, "I don't suppose you're here to drop off dinner for me?"

"Not today." Lydia smiled and set her purse down. "I saw the murder case on the news."

Alex nodded, "I knew you were going to say that next. What do you need to know? Or what would you like to know? Because I probably have the answers."

"I'm sure you're aware of how Beacon City is one of the safest cities in America-"

"Yeah, well not anymore." Alex interrupted and Lydia glared at him. "Sorry, please, continue on with you obvious statements. They deeply intrigue me."

Lydia chose to ignore her brothers comments before speaking, "The last time someone was murdered here was over thirty years ago. What I'm wondering is why something so weird would happen in a place like this. I'm wondering what the motive was and why someone would even do this. I'm wondering how someone manages to have different types of knives and guns-and how that person even carries them around. And this person who was killed must have neighbors. How come the neighbors couldn't have heard anything?"

"You sure are a journalist." Her brother said and Lydia sighed.

"What's that suppose to be mean?"

Alex shrugged, "Journalists look at places from every angles and leave no questions unanswered. They're very detailed in their work. I can see why you're a journalist."

"Okay, Alex, that is completely off topic. Could you at least give me the identity of the person who was killed?"

"I guess I'll make an exception for my little sister since no one is suppose to know until tomorrow." Alex said, "Farrah Jameson."

"Farrah Jameson? The Farrah Jameson?" Lydia was shocked. Farrah Jameson was one of the founders that made the work to have the new hospital and science buildings possible. She was smarter than Lydia's father and Stiles father. Farrah Jameson was one of the smartest people in the world.

"My reaction was the same." Alex sat across from Lydia, "I spent hours wondering why someone would kill a person like Farrah Jameson. Do you know why someone would do that?"

Lydia shrugged. She had no answer. She had no clue.

"There's only a few reasons why someone would kill Farrah Jameson or why someone would even kill in general. Reason one is because they were jealous of her and that maybe she stole a position that the person who killed her was suppose to have. Reason two is because Farrah knew something that she wasn't suppose to and there was a risk of her exposing it to the public. Reason three is because she was dangerous and was going to do something to put everybody in danger." Alex explained, "Can you think of any other reasons?"

"Reason four is because Farrah posed a greater threat. She could've tried to stop something that was already in motion. She was trying to put a stop to something and whoever killed her didn't like what she was trying to do." Lydia said, finishing her brothers explanation.

"Whatever Farrah did to piss someone off must've been really bad. Just a couple of hours ago I found traces of carbon monoxide in her lungs. She died because someone poisoned her. After that, the person shot and stabbed Farrah then buried her in her backyard."

"But wouldn't her neighbors have heard the gunshots?"

"Not if she wasn't at her house when all of this occurred. The only thing that happened at her house was her being buried in the backyard. "

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