Puck being patted down by Finn. Artie and Sam searching the room.
"Satisfied?" Puck said.
"Yes. Miss Claythorne, I'm afraid there can be no exceptions." Finn pats VERA down as well. "Thank you, Miss Claythorne. We are now assured that there are no lethal weapons or drugs in the possession of any of us five. That is one point to the good. We will now place the drugs in a safe place. There is, I think, a silver chest here?" Finn said.
"Yes, but who's to have the key? You?" Sam asked.
Finn does not answer, but places drugs in the chest. Places chest in cupboard. Gives one key to Puck and the other to Sam.
"We are still placed with a serious problem. Where's the revolver?" Finn asked.
"Seems to me that the owner is the most likely person to know that." Sam said.
"You fool! I tell you it's been stolen from me!" Puck screamed.
"When did you see it last?" Finn asked him.
"Last night. It was in my drawer when I went to bed, ready in case anything happened." Puck reply.
"It must have been taken while we were looking for Blaine, or after his body was discovered." Finn said.
"It must be hidden somewhere about the house. We must look for it." Quinn suggested.
"I doubt that our search will reveal anything. Our murderer has had plenty of time to devise a hiding place. I don't think we'll find it easily." Finn said.
"I don't know where the revolver is, but I know where the syringe is. Follow me." Sam said.
Everyone walk to the window. They find the syringe and the eight and Seven smashed soldier boy.
"Only place it could be. After he'd killed her, he opened the window and threw out the syringe and picked up the china figure and broke that. No prints on it. It's been wiped. Same with Rachel." Sam said.
"Now let's look for the revolver." Quinn asked.
"Yes. But let's keep together." Finn said.
Everyone are sitting around or pacing. Quinn is sitting in a chair, looking pale. Finn and Artie are pacing. Puck is sitting with his head in his hands. Sam is walking around the room, looking around, and Santana is looking at everyone else.
"So the revolver still hasn't been found! Where the heck is it? We shouldn't be sitting around here – doing nothing! There must be something we can do! If we lit a bonfire –" Artie said.
"In this weather? It's pouring outside." Sam said.
"It's only a question of time. The weather will clear. Then we can do something – signal – light a fire –something!" Puck said.
"A question of time – time? We can't afford time! We'll all be dead!" Artie reply.
"Not if we are careful. We have to be very careful." Finn said.
All nervously look at one another. Clock strikes 5.
"Does anyone want a beer or tea?" Santana Said.
"I'd like a beer." Sam said.
"I'll go make it. You all stay here." Santana Said.
"I think, Santana, we'd all like to come with you and watch you make it." Finn Said.
"Of course! You would!" Santana Said.
"We must be very careful..."
All leave, then come back with a couple of beers
Puck tries to switch on light. "Of course! The engine's not been run today since Blaine hasn't been there to see to it. We could go outside and get it going...?"
"Actually, there are some candles outside in the cupboard. We can use those." Finn said.
Puck leaves to get candles. Comes back, lights them. Then Quinn gets up.
"I can't sit here any longer. I'm going to go to my room and splash my face." She leaves.
Others sit looking at each other and sipping beers. All of a sudden, a scream is heard from Quinn
"HEEEELP HEEEELP HEELP!!!!"
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And Then There Were Fewer
Mystery / ThrillerFourteen people, all were friends while they where in school, and some are while out. And are invited to Atlantic Beach, off the New York Coast. Quinn Fabray, a former governess, thinks she has been hired as a secretary; Noah Puckerman, an adventure...
