I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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Paul came over and John let him in.
"Welcome Paul. Meet the guy who won't leave us alone."
"He's just a kid."
"I know."
"How old are ye son?"
"16." The guy said.
"Name?"
"I don't need to be telling you."
"Yes you do."
"Frank."
"So, Frank...........why do this?" Paul asked.
"Because I wanted to."
"And ruin the rest of yer life?"
"So? I got nothing to live for."
"Oh brother. That's what they all say. Come on. Paul, get him out of here." John said taking the cuff off his left wrist. Paul nodded and took him out of the house. John turned off the lights downstairs and went upstairs. He went to the closet and put the gun in the safe again.
He walked up to the bed and Julian was sleeping on it right next to Cynthia. Neither of them had awoke, which relieved John.
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Paul had gone back to John's house after dropping Frank off.
"Did he say anything else?" John asked.
"Not really. He did say he knew that one of these days he would be caught."
"We're not out of the woods yet because he told me that he might have something planned for my house."
"And you believe him? He could just be trying to scare ye."
"Maybe. But it also may be true."
"I don't think so. Now, go to bed. Its after 5am. We both need sleep."
"Okay. Go home. I might see you in a few hours anyways."
"Alright. See ye later."
"Bye Paul."
Paul left and John went back upstairs and decided to head to bed.
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Ringo's Residence
Ringo woke up but didn't want to get out of bed just yet, so he turned over, laying face down and his face buried in his pillow. The sun was shining through the windows, preventing him from going back to sleep. Finally, he lifted his head to check the time. 10:23am. He sat up and sighed.
He himself had gotten married in Late January and had a two month old son right now, who had kept him up most nights. His current wife was already up.
Ringo let out a yawn and finally got out of bed.
George's Residence
George was up at the avarage time, around 9am. He got into a fresh change of clothes and started to get ready for whatever the day would bring. He then went to his kitchen and started looking for food.
"Hmm. What to eat. What to eat." He said quietly. He started humming one of his songs.
Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He lived alone so when he felt that hand, he jumped. He turned around only to see Paul there.
"Jeez Paul. You scared me. What are you doing here anyways?"
"Just came to see an old friend. How are you this morning?"
"Just fine. Trying to find something to eat. I think I might need to go grocery shopping pretty soon. I'm running out of breakfast foods."
"When you go, let me know. I gotta do the same thing."
"I can go right now. If we eat out, I'll buy. Deal?"
"Deal. We'll take yer car." Paul said as the two went up to the front door.
"Tell me, why did you come through the back door so early in the morning?"
"Its not so early. Its only 10:30. I need to get out of the house for a few hours." (That's how I feel right now. I need to get out of the house but can't because of quarantine. 😭😭)
"Very well. I'm surprised you didn't visit John."
"Well, he's asleep at the moment."
"How do you know that?"
"Because he called me to come over to his house at 5am this morning. 'asn't had any sleep last night. That's how I know."
"May I ask why you went over there that early? Did his dad drop by again?"
"What? No. He just had something to take care of and needed my help. Nothing bad. Trust me."
George shrugged. "Okay." He said as the two left the house.
John's Residence
John had woke up an hour after Ringo had. 11:30pm. He decided to get out of bed and walked downstairs to the living room. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He was tired and didn't want to do much that day. That is, until he got a call from the one person he didn't want to talk to. His own father.
"Yeh?"
"Ey."
"What is it you want now?"
"Look, its been over a year. We need to work this out."
