Murder (Team Crafted Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine-Suspects

ADAM POV

"So what do we need to do?" Jason asked as he popped a Cheeto into his mouth. What? We got hungry. Ty sighed and was quiet for a moment. Deep in thought I guess. "We have two options. Get out of here somehow or find put who did it and stop them magically." He did jazz hands to prove that there was no way we could stop a serial killer. I grabbed another handful of Cheetos. I don't want to stay, but I don't want to walk 300 miles to Denver. Hard decisions.

"It was like some three hundred miles down the mountain and to the city though." I told my thoughts aloud. "That could take weeks."

"Not to mention the bears." Jerome said with a shutter. "And the mountain lions." I adde

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"I think we need to stay and find our killer. I loved Scooby Doo!" Ian grinned. Ty rolled his eyes. "This is serious. But OK, we can stay." As if he was in charge of us. Other than Jason, he's the youngest.

"Well, who do you think did it?" Seto asked after another round of awkward silence. "We have the parents, the owner, Mia-" Mitch cut off Quinton. "There is no way she would have killed someone." Jerome grinned. "No, you like her don't you?" Mitch sighed. "Is it obvious?" Everyone responded at the same time. "Yes!" Mitch blushed and shrugged it off. "Fine. She is pretty good with a knife though. Add her on the list."

"I know nothing about the parents." Jerome stated. Everyone agreed. "They wouldn't take their kids on a vacation and kill them? Would they?" I shrugged. Some people are crazy.

"So what do we do? Go up and ask if they killed their children?" Seto exclaimed. I wiped the Cheetos on my jeans and stood up. "Let's look for clues then!" I opened the door and shut it halfway. The blood stained the rug and everything else. Gross.

"Or you guys could. That is gross. Who spilled cranberry juice everywhere?" I went back into the room. I shouldn't be joking around. This is pretty serious.

"There's nothing here." Ian looked and went back to the room. I don't blame him, it's disgusting. "Well, he had a different knife in his...body." Mitch said slowly. I silently thanked him; I didn't want a detailed picture.

"Think about it. The security took my pocket knife away at the airport. Unless they got them through security, they must have driven here." Ian suggested.

"That's true. But what about Jim, he lives here?" Jason replied. "Well then he's an obvious suspect." I said plainly. "So all we got to do is figure out who drove and who has a lot of knifes. Four suspects, I think we can do this!" Ty told us. It shouldn't be that hard, should it?

"I will gladly go talk to Mia." Mitch said with a smirk. Dude, stop being so desperate.

"Be careful Mitch!" I called out as he slammed the door shut. I don't need to see Mitch's dead body on the ground. I shuttered. I need to not think about that.

"So.....JASON STARING CONEST GO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Jason turned around. I kept my eyes wide open, then Ty blew on my face. That made me blink.

"God dang it Ty! Really?!" He laughed and high five Jason. "You guys suck." I mumbled.