𝕤𝕚𝕩. 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣. 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖. 𝕥𝕨𝕠. 𝕠𝕟𝕖...

02 ~ the task

The golden sun was rising above the town of Vienna, sweeping over the houses. Mya awoke in the morning to the birds humming peacefully to each other. Turning over she poked and prodded on Cassidy's shoulder waking her up, before turning to her other side, doing the same to Dylan. The snoring in the room stopped as Callum yawned and sat up rubbing the sleep out of his light emerald eyes. Cassidy got up off the couch and walked through to the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile Dylan started singing softly to wake Adam who was still sleeping peacefully, with his mouth open slightly and chalkboard dark hair sprawled across his forehead.

Once all five teenagers were awake and at the dining room table, eating their pancakes and fruit; there was a knock on the door. Rushing through the long hallway Mya opened the door to see two police officers standing there.

'Hello there, I am Officer Parks and this,' Parks said pointing to the man standing on his right, 'is my partner, Officer Evan's. May we come in, we wish to talk to Mr Black, Mr Jones, Miss O'Connor, Miss White and Miss Williamson.'
Looking startled and confused as to what two police officers were doing on her doorstep, she reluctantly let them inside, offering drinks on the way to the living room. As soon as both men were sat comfortably on the couch Mya went to the kitchen and dragged her friends to the living room.

The living room in number four Freddie Drove was a cozy room, with cream coloured walls and a light grey carpet. The fireplace sitting nicely on the opposite wall from the door, warm orange and yellow flames lighting up the room. Two identical black couches facing the middle of the room, one on each wall. Beside the fireplace was a soft black rug with two armchairs, the same as the couches, placed at the side. Pictures littered the room all around, framed ones of families on the mantle piece, a collage of polaroid photographs on the wall above one of the couches. The dark wood coffee table was in the middle of the room, with two mugs of steaming hot coffee on top.

Adam and Cassidy were sitting on the couch that was not occupied by the officers; Dylan lying on her back on the black rug, the other two on the armchairs. All five were waiting and waiting for the officers to explain what they were doing inside the house.
'We are her today because of the murder committed in the late hours of last night.' Officer Parks commented with a pained expression on his face.

'Well why are you here? I mean we only heard about this on the news.' Adam replied, curiosity taking over.
'Yeah I mean, y-you d-don't think that w-we had something to do with this. D-did you?' Cassidy asked, her usually happy sweet voice barely a whisper. Before anyone else could comment Officer Evans spoke up, 'No, no of course not. We actually need your help.'
'Our help!' Dylan asked incredulously as she bolted up into a sitting position and buried her head in her hands. 'Yes, your help.' Officer Parks took over before continuing, 'Now, our boss at the police department is a bit sick at the moment but he asked us to see if you could be of some help in this investigation.'

'Help? What do you mean by help?' Callum spoke up for the first time, 'Like with the investigation?'. Both officers looked startled at the young man figuring it out so fast, 'Yes young man. Officer Bell -our boss- believes that you five would be a great help with this investigation.' Evan's said with a small smile gracing his naturally stern features.

'Well where are we meant to go? Why is it us? How do we do this? When? What do we do exactly?' Replied Dylan after calming down from her small breakdown.

'You shall start in Paris,'

'Make your way through France.'

'Stay in different hotels,'

'Where we believe a suspect is staying,'

'Interview them..'

'Watch them..'

'Spy on them.' The two grown men sitting on the couch, finishing each others sentences like they were twins.

'Okay' all five said together.

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A few hours later, after the group of teenagers and police officers made their way to the police station to go over the investigation work, Cassidy drove them all back to her and Mya's house.
Parking her black jeep in the white stone drive; she made her way inside and up to the attic, where her old yearbook was.

Carrying the old, dusty, maroon yearbook downstairs to the dining table where all her friends sat, she started talking..'Okay so we know that Emma was 15 when she was killed, at her own house, just before midnight.'

'Why have you got our old yearbook Cass?' Callum cut in.

'Well since every yearbook has the senior classes in it I thought if we looked through it we could get information about who was close to Emma.' Cassidy replied like it was obvious.

'Of course...' Adam said slowly, as recognition crossed his face, 'She was only 3 years below us, she should be in that book!'

'2 years below' Mya corrected, pointing her finger at Dylan.

'Yeah yeah' Callum waved her comment off before turning to the yearbook, 'It says here that Emma's best friends were Samantha George and Peggy Greengrass.'

'The three G's!' All five exclaimed.