How To Fake Your Own Death

Chapter 4- Kyle-

Chapter 4- Kyle-

After realizing Izzy was the killer yesterday, I got determined to catch her. But I need to figure out why she killed her. Is she one of those fans that's so obsessed and crazy that she'll kill? I need to figure out motive.

So I went to get my right hand man for help. Matthew, my younger brother. He's thirteen-years-old and sometimes he can be a better detective than me. Okay, a lot of times. I had to remind myself that I needed his help as I knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in" he called. When I opened his door, he was on his bed, sketching a banana. He's an amazing artist and can draw almost anything, but he doesn't have much inspiration.

"Can't you find anything better to sketch than a banana?" I say, jumping on his bed, making the pencil draw an ugly line through the center of his banana.

He sigh and growls in a combination. "What do you want, Kyle?" Annoyance is present in his voice.

"I need your help solving the crime of the century."

"Um, the last time you said those words, Mr. Fair-"

"No, this is actually the crime of the century. You know how Morgan Turner was murdered?"

"The police haven't confirmed if she was murdered yet." he says, starting to erase the line though the banana.

"I'm pretty sure she was. And I've found the killer." his head shoots up and he puts down his sketch pad. Wow, this must be serious.

"How could you find the person that everyone's been looking for? The person who killed the sweet Morgan Turner?"

I roll my eyes. "She wasn't that sweet, Matthew. Only idiots believe that."

"But she was hot." he states.

"Yes, she was hot. Can we please get back to who murdered her? I've found the girl."

"How do you know it's her?"

I pull the crumpled picture of Izzy out of my pocket and hand it to him. He squints at the blurry picture for a second before looking up.

"Bravo, you found a girl. I don't see how this picture could prove she's the killer."

"She's smirking like she's proud of herself."

"Maybe she's insane."

"I don't think she is. She seems like she's pretty sane."

"Have you met her?" he's starting to get annoyed again.

"Yes. You should have seen her face when I said Morgan's name. You could tell she was so guilty."

"And why do you need my help?"

"You got some of Dad's detective knowledge even though you're blonde." I smile. "So I need you to help me prove she did it. You can even sketch faces like one of those cops. That way we have a better picture than this." I throw the crumpled picture at him.

"Why don't you go to Dad with this? If she killed someone, she can be dangerous."

I snort. "I have no idea how she killed her. She seems pretty weak and simple-minded to me."

"Fine. If I'm going to be involved in this it'll cost you forty bucks." I start taking out my wallet. "And you have to stop jumping on my bed."

"Awwww. Come on!" I complain. I love jumping on his bed and seeing his face when his boring fruit drawings get messed up.

"You have to promise or I won't help you." he holds out his hand for me to shake.

"Fine," I growl, shaking his hand and handing him two twenties.