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Project 30, Chapter 17 |
| Written by Project 30 | |
| Wednesday, 06 August 2008 | |
Chapter 17 - Amie Kerlin (Lemon)
Great!' I think to myself... ‘Now what?' I glance over to where the Admin's body lay lifeless on the floor and I have to roll my eyes and stifle a laugh as I watch Max Booth III and Jason Haugh poke at the body with their salad forks. There are some things that even death doesn't change.
Passing back around the table to sit in my seat I try to sort out what just happened. How did I end up watching someone die? This was supposed to be fun not tragic! Resting my elbows on the table and my head in my hands I squeeze my eyes closed so that I can concentrate.
I remember back in March when I first found StoriesVille. I thought it was a great place. Of course there were the smartasses of the bunch, but that was to be expected. For the most part though, the people were friendly. Then I got the e-vite from the Admin. Woohoo! I did the lemon-dance for a full five minutes after I read that I was going to the mansion in D.C. Now here I am sitting in the big mansion in a ballroom with 19 other writers and a dead Admin. Everyone looks just as confused as I feel. Suddenly it hits me that it had to be someone in HERE that poisoned the Admin. Twenty people in this room, not including me, but including the butler that was still standing over by the wall looking rather pale were suspect.
Out in the entryway I could hear the massive front door open followed by the sound of hard soled shoes click-clacking their way briskly to the ballroom. In the doorway to the ballroom a man suddenly appears looking serious and very pissed off. The butler finally moves from his spot against the wall to rush to the man's side then announce loudly "Detective Davidson" toward all of us. Apparently even his boss's death doesn't stop him from doing his job.
Detective Davidson begins throwing out orders left and right to the uniformed officers that have followed him inside. One set of latex gloved officers begins a preliminary examination of the body lying on the floor. Another set of officers begin to take pictures of everyone and everything in the ballroom. The Detective motions for all of the writers to follow him to a set of chairs that are grouped around a smaller café style table on the east edge of the ballroom. After we all gathered around him and he's laid out his notepads and recorders on the small table he begins asking his questions.
"Who was seated nearest Mr. Admin at the table?" Davidson asked looking each one of us in the eye. Slowly two hands rose within the writers. "Ok Mr. Dirkin and Mr. Roby Thomas please follow me."
We all watched as the three men walked to the entryway and talked amongst each other. I notice that their discussion is very animated. After about a minute, we stopped staring at them and started whispering to one another.
"Why did they leave the group to ask questions?" asked Amanda AMS.
"I have no idea. I think it's a little weird though don't you think?" whispered Kasi Elaborated.
"Why are you whispering?" boomed the poet Resistance is Freedom.
We all stopped for a moment and looked his way. Why WERE we whispering? I shrugged and asked (out loud) "Did anyone see anything while we were still at the table? SOMEONE had to see who put something in the Admin's drink."
"It could have easily been the butler. That man is beyond strange." interjected Phil Neale.
"No," I thought aloud, "look at him over there. He's seriously freaking out. No, I don't think he has it in him." I watched the butler head out of the room toward the kitchen and shook my head. ‘Poor guy' I thought to myself. "Yeah I don't think it was the butler either. Not only does he not look like the type, but that would just be way too cliché." added Hodders.
We all nodded at that. Being writers, there were some things that were just way over done and having the butler be the killer in a murder plot was definitely over used.
Finally Davidson, Dirkin, and Roby started back toward us. "Get any clues?" asked Prithwish Nash. Davidson just gave him an annoyed stare and started asking questions again. This time he didn't separate us from each other.
"What's the deal with those gifts?" Davidson asked on a sigh. We just kind of looked around at each other and shrugged.
"We don't have a clue" answered Jessie Masoner. "He handed them to us all when we got here and told us we would use them by the end of the project."
"What project?"
"Project 30" we all answered.
"Well what is project 30?" Davidson asked tiredly.
"We don't exactly know that" Brandon Scott answered with a yawn. "Look Detective, we all got an invitation to a party here with Admin. Then we get here and he dies before the main course. That's about all we know."
"Someone knows a little something more. I can assure you of that" replied Davidson. Now why was he looking at me when he said that?
"Ok," Davidson said rising out of his chair, "Let's see those gifts."
"Empty? Why?" he asked
"I don't know. It was empty the first time I opened it so nobody stole anything if that's what you're thinking."
"That seems a little odd don't you think?"
"Well yeah, but hey when life gives you lemons...."
"Very funny. Ok then. I guess you just weren't one of Mr. Admin's favorite people hmm?" Detective Davidson thought out loud. I just shrugged and watched him move on to the next writer. Since nobody said anything, I'm just going to assume that nobody saw me slip the very full envelope from the gift box and stuff it in my purse. I glanced over and winked at the butler and he let out the breath he was holding. ‘Don't worry Mr. Butler.' I didn't them see the payment that you switched my gift for.'
Unscrewing the cap off of a bottled water, I sat back and watched Davidson question the other writers chuckling a little to myself. A new twist on the cliché of the butler; this time he just hired someone else to do the killing for him. Who better to poison him than one of the guests at his party? Copyright 2008 Project 30 |
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