I'll get you

Chapter 3

When they finally were allowed to go home, they were all tired and pissed off. A few policemen went with them to prevent the journalists from coming too close. They got in Mal's big car again, not willing to talk. The journey back to the studio was one with a tense atmosphere. The tears had dried up for now, and all they really wanted was to go home and sleep. So when they arrived at the studio they all immediatewly got in their cars and drove away, leaving the journalists without a story.

"I heard what happened, it's awful." Cynthia said when John entered the house. "Yeah." He swallowed. "Why didn't you come home yesterday?" Cynthia asked worriedly. John shrugged. "I was in the studio with the others, talkin' and stuff. I really need to sleep." He swallowed and quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom. "You can also talk to me if you want, you know that?" Cynthia shouted after him. John didn't respond.

"I was worrying about you!" Jane hugged Paul. "You didn't have to, I was with the others." Paul responded, smiling sadly. "What are you going to now, without Brian?" Jane asked. Paul shrugged. "I don't really want to think about that right now. I'm going to sleep, yeah? Love you." Paul hugged Jane once again and then hurried upstairs.

George found Pattie sitting in front of the TV when he got home. She looked up when he entered the room. "Are you alright?" She asked. George sighed. "I still can't believe it." He said, stting down on the couch. Pattie took his hands in hers. "I think you need to sleep, you look tired and it might do you good." George nodded and stood up. "I'm going to play a bit of guitar first."

Maureen wasn't home when Ringo arrived. He just sat down and when she did get home, he was deep in thought. "Is something bothering you?" Maureen asked. "Hmm. Of course, Brian's dead. dead. dead." He repeated that last word, trying to let it settle in his mind. "Apart from that, I mean." Maureen said. Ringo looked up. "The police told me to spy on the others! And they're paying me for it!" It felt like a huge load fell off his shoulders when he said that. Maureen's eyes widened. "That's corruption! You should tell other police officers about it, or the press!" Ringo sighed. "If I do, they'll arrest me for not cooperating. And boom! There goes my life."

John couldn't sleep that night. He was so tired, he couldn't do anything, but still, he wasn't sleeping. Thoughts were going through his mind on top-speed. It seemed like years to him till the sunrays finally made their way through the curtains. And when they did, he immediately got up and left to the studio.

Paul fell asleep as soon as his head was on the pillow. He hadn't even bothered  to change. He had the ability to shove things off him till there came a more suitable moment to think about them. He slept till late in the morning of the next day.

George had been strumming thoughtlessly on his guitar till he noticed it was already half past two. Then he quickly went to bed. It took him about fifteen minutes before he could sleep. He woke up early the next morning with a fresh mind again.

Ringo had been talking with Maureen till late in the night, and then he decided he should head to bed, because the next day could be very stressful too. Strangely enough, the whole happening gave him inspiration. The lines of future songs or poems kept coming, and he stayed up till early in the morning to write them all down.

 The phone rang in the Lennon's home. It was George. "Hello?" Cynthia said, having picked up the phone. "Hi Cyn. Is John home?" George asked. "No, sorry. He left early this morning to the studio." Cynthia answered. "Oh, no problem. I think I'll be heading to the studio too then, before it gets too busy with all the journalists."

John was alone in the studio, but that was okay because he needed some time for his own. He wasn't in the mood for talking or even doing something, just thinking seemed to suit him at the moment. So when the door opened and George walked in, he didn't even react. "Hi John. I phoned you earlier this morning, but Cyn said you were here, and I didn't have anything to do so I came here too. How are you?" George asked, picking up his guitar. John mumbled something and turned away from him. "Oh, okay. I won't bother you then." George stood up and went to another room with his guitar.

Ringo didn't feel like going to the studio the next day. It would mean he had to face his friends, and his new 'role' as spy made him nervous and feel guilty. He could tell them... but the police officer would probably ask them and they wouldn't be able to lie very well. So he just stayed home.

When Paul finally woke up he didn't immediately remember why he felt so bad. His eyes ached, and he almost couldn't open them. Then he remembered everything that had happened the last few days. A look at the clock made him jump up. It was already 12:10 p.m! He wanted to get into his clothes, but then realised he still had them on. He quickly changed and went downstairs for breakfast. Then he left to the studio, a bit nervous. He needed to talk to the others.

 Ringo's phone rang. He picked it up. "Hello?" He said. "Hi Ringo, it's Paul, you need to come to the studio." Ringo held his breath. "Is it important?" He asked. "Yes, John and George are here too. The four of us need a talk." Ringo sighed. It'd be strange to refuse, wouldn't it? "I'll be there in ten minutes."

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"So what did you want to say?" John asked, now curious. They were all sitting on the floor in a circle. Paul looked thoughtful. "This may sound strange, but... we need to make sure that not one of us killed Brian." John, George and Ringo looked confused. "What do ya mean?" George asked. Paul shrugged. "Well, I'm, almost 100% sure none of us did it, but... well, if someone did... you know, it's possible, isn't it?" He said. It was silent for a while. "So basically you are asking if one of us... killed him?" George finally asked. Paul nodded. "Sorry, I just need to know." He said.

"It's okay, but I can tell you, I didn't, you know, kill him." George answered. Paul nodded again. "You swear?" George held two fingers in the air. "I swear." He said. Paul turned to John. "What about you?" He asked. "I swear I didn't do it." John said, . "You sure?" Paul asked. John nodded. "Yes." Paul smiled. "I believe you. And Ringo?" Ringo hadn't said anything at all since he had arrived. He felt guilty towards his friends, because he was going to have to tell the police about this meeting. "I swear I didn't kill Brian." He said, as calm as possible. Paul narrowed his eyes. "Really?" He asked. Ringo nodded. "Really."

"What about you, Paul?" George suddenly said. Paul looked up. "I didn't do it." He said. "You were at the right place at the right time, so why would I believe you?" George responded suspicously. "Yes, that's true, but I just drove past his house. If I were at John's place in ten minutes, I wouldn't have had time to go in there, now would I?" Paul said. "Was he at your place in ten minutes, John?" George asked. John nodded. "Right." George smiled and stood up. "I should go home then. See you."  The others also stood up. "Can I have a word, Macca?" John asked. Paul nodded, surprised.

"I'm off then too, bye!" Ringo said and walked to the door. "Good luck with the press outside, Rings!" Paul shouted after him. "Thanks, I'll need it!" Ringo yelled back.

Paul turned to John. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked. John sighed. "I told everyone you were at my place in ten minutes." Paul shrugged. "So?"

"You weren't. It took you twenty minutes." John placed his hand on Paul shoulder. "I just need to know if I'm standing in a room with a murderer or not." Paul's eyes widened. "You think I did it?" He asked. "No! But I need to know what took you so long. I mean, you were there at the right time, you had the time to do it... the only thing missing is a motive! And maybe you had a motive, a secret one! I've been thinking about this all night, and I just want to make sure my best friend didn't kill him!"

"I swear I didn't do it! There was a car accident on the way!" Paul responded. John sighed. "You know that's not a very strong excuse. But really, I do believe you, just, why didn't you say this earlier?" He asked curiously. Paul closed his eyes. "Because I wasn't sure about it. There was a car in the middle of the road. It was near Brian's house. I waited till the car would move, but it didn't. I couldn't go past it, you see? And then I saw someone running towards the car and starting it."

John's eyes widened. "That could have been the killer! You should have told me this! Did you see what he looked like?" He asked. Paul shrugged. "Not really. It was dark. But it seemed like he was quite tall, and he had long hair. I could see it waving in the wind." He said. "You sure it wasn't a woman?" John asked. Paul nodded. "He had that way of walking that only men can have, you know?" John laughed and then became serious again. "We should tell the police." He said.

"You don't suspect me anymore?" Paul asked. John looked down. "I never really suspected you, but it all was very much a coincidence, you know?" He said. They were silent for a while. "I'm going home now", Paul said. "Would you like to come over and write a bit?" John nodded. "Sure."