I'll get you

Chapter 2

"The police is here. They want to ask you a few questions about.... you know." The Beatles nodded. They had stayed in the studio all night, to just be around each other and talk and cry. It had been a full 24 hours since they had first heard the news, but no one had dared to interrupt their day till now. They all stood up and walked to the door to let the police in.

The officer greeted them awkwardly. "You can sit down if you want." John said. The officer nodded and sat down on the nearest chair. The Beatles followed his example.

"Okay, so... you know why I'm here..." The officer smiled. "I've got to record this conversation, or interrogation... whatever, if you don't mind." They nodded, staring at the officer.

"When did you last see mr. Brian Epstein?" The officer started. George looked at the others. "Eh... I think.. three days ago. But I phoned him two days ago."

"Okay, so you phoned him the day before he died. What was your conversation about?"

"I had a question about the album, that's all."

"Hmm. And what about the others?" The officer looked up from his notebook. "We all saw him three days ago in the studio... I haven't talked to him afterwards, and as far as I know, the others haven't too, except George." Paul said. John nodded.

"Didn't... speak. Alright. So... When you last saw him, did anything seem wrong, or strange? Was he nervous or something like that?"

"No, no. He was just, like normal. Why?" John asked.

"Don't you know how he died?" The officer asked surprised. "Well, no. I just assumed it was an... I don't know. I didn't really think about it." Ringo said. "So how did he... you know.. die?" He almost couldn't say that last word.

"I'm very sorry to tell you, but... he was, like, murdered." The officer said. John gasped and stood up, turning away. The tears began to flow again. Paul noticed that the officer immediately scribbled something down on the paper. He stood up and walked towards the man, grabbing the paper and reading it quickly.

Lennon overreacts when I tell him Epstein was murdered. ?? Interrogate apart later.

Paul looked up to the officer, and then at the paper again. Then he ripped the paper to pieces. "He has nothing to do with this! He hissed. He threw the ball of paper at the officer. "Don't. You. Ever. Dare. To. Suspect. Or. Insult. One. Of. My. Friends. In. This. Way. Okay?" Paul continued, whispering. He then turned away from the astonished man. He didn't see that he scribbled something down again, on a new paper.

"Well... I should go now." The officer smiled and stood up. "I'll probably see you later today, at the police station."

 After he left they were silent for a while, till Ringo stood up.

"Could it have gone any worse?" He said, more to himself. George sighed. "I suppose not. Now he suspects both Paul and John for... killing Brian." He looked out of the window.

It was 12:00 p.m and the streets were full of people. Journalists were standing in front of the building taking pictures of literally everything. They were held back by a row of policemen. Luckily, these policemen had experienced situations like this earlier, because of beatlemania. Also, the news had reached the world and they were getting hundreds, no thousands of letters that said they felt sorry for them.

The phone rang and Mal Evans picked it up. "Yes... right... I'll try... okay... we're on our way. Bye." He looked at the boys. "I'm afraid you've all been called to the police station for an interrogation. Now. You can get in my car, I have to go too." They nodded and walked over to the door, only to find problem nr. 1.