I then heard what sounded like a metal hammer banging against a lamppost. Could this be Mr Michelson's murderer, am i now his next victim. I was frozen with fear hoping that someone else would come and see this person. Then i heard someone breathing heavily, he or she was now standing right behind me. I finally found the courage to quickly grab the phone and turn around. My brother standing right in front of me his bruise still bleeding. "What are you doing here, theres police tape here for a reason you know" he said.
"What are you doing here, your a suspect of murder you think ducking police tape will help" i replied anxiously. He didn't realise that i was hiding Mr Michelson's phone behind my back. "Just go home its not safe for you out here" my brother looked around as if to see if anyone was watching. He would normally offer to drop me off home but he didn't which really wasn't like him. I decided not to question it because he seemed on edge which worried me. When i got home my mum was asleep on the sofa. My soup was still on the table and i really didn't want dinner right now, especially cold dinner. I washed my plait and creaped upstairs with the phone griped onto my hands.
For the rest of the night i constantly thought of some thought of reason as to why my brother would be anywhere near the crime scene especially past police tape. It bothered me, he couldn't have killed Mr Michelson, but why was he there. Then i remembered the phone. I hurriedly checked through Mr Michelson's phone and he strangely had a huge amount of pictures of my mum but i guessed that was for business or whatever. I decided to check the messages on the phone and saw a conversation between my brother and Mr Michelson it stared with just swearing then arguing then to my horror i saw a threat from my brother to Mr Michelson i stared at the message for a while and read on. I was shocked with what i was reading. I then read the time, it was an hour before Michelson's death. I didn't believe it, my brother can never be a murderer. So i searched my brothers room hoping that i would find a bloody hammer. To my horror i found it, the hammer used to kill to murder Mr Michelson.
