"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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We were all frozen. No one dared to move from their place. Well, I did, because I got up and walked up to Carl who was taking someone else's order.
"Hey, did you put a note with our change?" I asked him.
"What note? I didn't put anything. I was cleaning the table at the end and left the change unattended. You received a note? It must have been Louis. He is this new rebellious kid we got. He engages in all sorts of mischiefs." He furiously rambled and went inside the kitchen.
I sighed and went back to our booth. Everyone was sitting in the exact same position as I left them.
"What did he say?" Brianna asked.
"Some kid did this." I casually replied.
"So you're saying it's some cruel joke?" Lenny rose an eyebrow.
"Well, he is a rebellious kid. So, it could be." I shrugged.
Just as I finished my sentence, a teen kid stood in front of our booth. His eyes red with anger and had a tired look.
"I didn't put whatever you got. I was in the kitchen." He confessed with gritted teeth. "I may be a pain in the ass but I didn't put any notes. I'm so fed up of this. Everytime something happens, I am the one who gets blamed. I am so fed up of this life."
Jordan got up and patted Louis's back. "Hey, it's fine. We believe you." Jordan said and he just walked away.
"So, if he didn't put this and who did?" Brianna asked.
"The killer." I spoke and everyone looked at me with wide eyes. "I studied criminal Psychology. A lot of times when someone kills someone they feel guilty about it. They want to be punished for the crime but at the same time they don't have the guts to confess. Or, if the killer is a psychopath, he just does it for the fun of it." I explained and everyone still looked at me with the same watermelon sized eyes.
"Do we take this to the police, then?" Lenny asked me.
"I don't think so. The cops here won't do anything. They'll just pretend to try and give up." I said.
"We are not making the mistake of telling no one as the girls did in Pretty Little Liars." Brianna scoffed.
"When did I say we won't tell anyone?" I asked looking at her. "All I'm saying is that we can get the CBI involved in this."
"CBI? Don't you think that's a bit too much?" Jordan said.
"Too much? I don't know what kind of a friend you were, but if I have to include the president for finding the killer, I will." I said. "Plus, she is a friend. I befriended her while learning criminal psychology."
