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Part 4:

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Late afternoon turned to early evening soon after Jeanette left the library. The occupants of Adin's cabin remained relatively quiet and unmoving. No one dared left the white walls of the cabin. Most were afraid of leaving, except one. Someone knew they didn't have to worry. They knew they were going to be alright; no one was after them. "Well, anyone that stood a chance." They thought to themselves. This particular person walked down to the kitchen after a clock in Adin's dad's den struck 6:00 o'clock. They peered into the emptiness of the kitchen. They shrugged a bit. "I guess no one's making dinner tonight." They said out loud. Tucking their various hair behind their ear, they turned back into the foyer and headed for their respective room. This person never saw another soul that evening - well, maybe one. Once the silent cabin had gone to bed, someone lied in their sleeping area and waited. At precisely 1:00 AM, they had a task to take care of. They figured their was no purpose in sleeping, so they kept themselves occupied by doing various things - writing in their journal, reading, gazing out on the stars. This person couldn't keep busy for long, so they quietly slipped their phone and checked the time. It read 11:50. This person grew frustrated; they wanted to get it done now. They figured that their might be people stirring still in other parts of the cabin, so they decided to just fall asleep and wait for the alarm. They drifted off at their devious thoughts. Their phone awoke them on-the-dot at 1:00 AM. They were quick to tap the alarm off. They feared they had awoken another person in the room or next door, whichever it was. They slipped out of their bed and looked back. They hoped no one noticed their absence. They shrugged and tried to focus on getting dressed. Behind a shelf, they pulled out their black camouflage clothes. They quickly dressed and saw their mirror. It was like everyone else's in the cabin - except this mirror saw the true sinner. In their hand they gripped their black mask. The last thing they always saved was their mask - it was always despicable to put their mask on the mirror. Past their hair they slid the black ski mask and left their room. They made their way through the cabin and tried to be as quiet as they could. They saw the front door and pulled it open. Their black attire kept them warm against the dark, cold night air of Minnesota. They slipped out into the night and closed the door. Later, Sara found herself in bed. She had Andie by her side. She stared up at the same ceiling that Andie and Brock yesterday. She didn't try to connect dots or make sense of the lines and dots - instead she tried to connect her thoughts. She tried to come up with a 'number one suspect' for Adin's murder. She tried to remember everyone's testimony - she was sure Wyatt was innocent. She thought about how cute Logan and Wyatt are together - they've been dating since freshmen year. They were instant sweethearts. Wyatt usually sat with her at lunch with Logan when Jeanette was gone. She wondered about her own relationship with Andie - even though it was a small school, Andie didn't ever show up at lunch. He usually was still working at the Hardware store down the street from the school. Sara realized her thoughts were going off, so she refocused herself on JT. She pondered JT - that night he seemed pretty defensive toward Randy's accusations toward him. "But did JT really murder one of his best friends?" Sara questioned herself. JT was tough, but not tough enough to kill. She eliminated the thought. She gulped and addressed Jeanette. As much as Jeanette cried and wept, could she have been weeping out of guilt? Any crime show would ponder this, but Sara reminded herself that this was real life. And someone was really dead. The thought justified her thinking about Jeanette - the tears were genuine, and as much as she knew Jeanette, Sara decided Jeanette telling the truth. "Jeanette did not do it." Sara thought. That left the two she suspected since they walked in the foyer. Taylor and Brock, along with Randy and Michael were all the cross-country runners of the party. They've been friends since the start of cross-country in the fall of freshmen year. She knew them slightly, but she got to know them as Adin brought all of the occupants of the house together. She remembers the two being really friendly even before they came to the island. They seemed cool and trustworthy in school. "That's an excellent act." Sara thought to herself. From wiping up the blood to being jumpy in their separate interviews, all of what they've done since the party started points to them being accomplices to Adin's murder. Sara turned from her thoughts and to the window. Dawn had started to peak into their windows. She felt this was the time to speak to Andie about their murder suspects. She tapped Adin's hand under the blanket and rolled over to him. "Andie, I need to talk to you." Andie stirred and blinked. He rubbed his hair and looked over to Sara. "What?" He said sleepily. "We need to talk about our suspects." Sara said, sounding much more awake than Andie. He drew a breath and exhaled. "Okay. Let me get some suitable clothes on and we can discuss." Andie drew his legs out of bed and sat up. He stretched his long tan arms above him and yawned. He stood up and revealed his nudity. Sara tried not to watch him walk across the room naked, but her temptation got the best of her. She watched Andie apply his deodorant and pick out his clothes. He slipped on his blue boxers first and then his athletic shorts. He finished with a Bulls jersey he had gotten from the mall in Minneapolis. He turned back to her and sat at the foot of her bed by her feet. "I wanna hear who you think it is." Andie said to Sara. Sara chuckled a bit. "Well, isn't it kind of obvious? I think it's Brock and Taylor." "I totally think it is too." Andie agreed. "They are way too suspicious to be innocent on any count." Sara nodded. "We need to build an adequate case against them." Sara said after a short pause. "What kind of case?" Andie asked. "Like one you used to incriminate someone. We need the testimony copied into the case. Basically, we need to prove they are guilty." Sara replied. "Okay," Andie nodded. "but who's gonna hear the case? Who's gonna be our judge?" Sara paused and thought about what Andie said. "That is a good question," She said aloud. "but we need to focus on this. We'll worry about a trial after we are done." She looked over to her nightstand next to her head. "For now, get me my notebook." Sara tried reaching for her notebook but couldn't reach it. Andie stood up and handed it to Sara. "Let's get to work." From there, Andie and Sara sat in that bed together for the rest of the day, skipping meals and taking turns writing stuff down for their case. All the while, the cabin seemed like a ghost-town; no one moved about the cabin. Still no one left either. The others never clued in one a certain-someone's absence in the night. From their room, they smiled evilly and plotted their next move.

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