A lethal secret

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What starts at a peaceful day, quickly changes into a whodunit when the dead body of Erika Smith is found in the woods. Kingsley’s team soon finds out that the cheerleading team won’t spill their secrets so easily, so Ashley comes with an idea to solve that problem. Kingsley and Williams seem to think it’s a good idea. Christine on the other hand doesn’t agree.

Submitted: January 07, 2017

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A lethal secret

 

 

 

 

 

1

 

 

“So we arrived there, and I yelled, ‘Everybody put your hands up!’, and then there’s this one guy, still pulling up his pants, and he’s like, ‘Is one hand fine too?’” Christine said.

Ashley laughed.

“That action will never get old.” Kingsley said.

Then the phone rang. Kingsley answered it.

“I wish I was there. I would’ve loved to see that.”

“You should’ve seen it. It was absolutely hilarious.”

“Okay, yeah. We’re coming.” Kingsley said, and he hung up.

“What’s the matter?” Williams asked.

“Someone found a dead body in the woods. Come on.”

Everyone grabbed their coats and headed out.

 

Some time later, they arrived at the scene. The forensic team was combing the scene for clues, one officer was questioning the man who found the body, a few other officers were keeping the press back and Warren was examining the body. Ashley and Christine took over the questioning, and Kingsley and Williams walked over to Warren.

“And Warren, what have you got?” Kingsley asked.

“Her name is Erika Smith, nineteen years old. By the looks of it, she’s been killed by a hit with a sharp object on the back of her head, somewhere between 6 and 8 last night.”

“High schooler, huh?”

“That’s what it looks like.”

Then Ashley and Christine walked over to them.

“Anything special?” Kingsley asked.

“No. He found her while walking with his dog, but he didn’t see or hear anything.”

“Okay, so we’re looking for someone who would want a nineteen year old girl who likes gymnastics dead.”

“That’s not gymnastics, chief. It’s a cheerleading uniform.” Ashley said.

“How do you know?” Christine asked surprised.

“I was on the gymnastics team in high school.”

“Alright, cheerleading then. Andrews and Summers, you two go to the girl’s parents, and we’ll go to that cheerleading team.”

“Okay chief.”

 

Kingsley and Williams arrived at Asherton High School, and walked over to the football field, where the cheerleaders were practicing.

“They don’t look very sad.” Williams said.

“I don’t think they know. Although there is one who doesn’t look so happy.”

Kingsley pointed to a girl with black hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail. They walked over to the coach.

“Miss, do you have a second to talk?” Kingsley asked.

“Can it wait? I’m very busy here.”

“It’s very important. It’s about Erika Smith.”

“Alright fine. Girls, water break! Five minutes!”

The girls got out of their positions and walked over to the benches.

“I’m chief inspector Kingsley, LID. This is inspector Williams.”

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, but we’ve got nationals coming up, and the routine just has to be perfect.”

“No problem.”

“Now, you said you wanted to talk to me in regards to Erika?”

“That’s right.”

“Is she okay? She didn’t show up to practice, which was odd, but then I heard she wasn’t at school all day.”

“Well, we found her. Dead.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know it may not be the best time, but we want to ask you a couple of questions.”

“Go ahead.”

“What was Erika like?”

“Very energetic. She loved cheerleading, that’s for sure.”

“Did she get along with the other girls?”

“I don’t know.”

“But you’re the team coach. Surely you must’ve seen that kind of thing.”

“With cheerleading it’s not a matter of getting along. The girls can hate each other’s guts, I couldn’t care less as long as they work together as a team.”

“And did they?”

“How do you think we made it to nationals?”

“Fair enough. But did you really not notice any tension?”

“No, sorry. I really can’t help you.”

“One more thing. I’d like to talk to that girl.”

“Who, exactly?”

“The one with the black hair.”

“As long as it doesn’t take too much time. We’re on a very tight schedule.”

“We’ll make it quick.”

The coach nodded.

“Zoey, come here for a second!”

The girl ran over to them.

“What’s wrong?”

“These people are from the police, and they want to have a word with you.”

Zoey looked worried.

“Don’t worry. We just want to ask you a couple of questions.” Williams said reassuring.

“Okay.”

The coach walked away.

“Did I do anything wrong?”
“No no, you don’t have to worry. Like I said, we just want to ask you a few questions. Okay?”

“What do you want to ask?”

“Erika Smith…”

“Did something happen to her? I haven’t seen her all day.”

“Did you get along with her?”

“Yeah, she’s my best friend.”

“Did you notice anything out of the ordinary the past few days?”

“No. Why? What happened?”

Kingsley and Williams looked at each other for a second.

“She… passed away.” Williams said.

Zoey’s eyes went wide, before she started crying.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“How did it happen?”

“We’re still in the middle of the investigation, so we can’t give you any details, but it was definitely murder.”

“Who would want to do such a thing? She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Is there anyone on the team who didn’t get along with her?”

“She and Brittney didn’t get along great, but murder? No, Brittney isn’t capable of that.”

“I’m sorry, Zoey, but I have to ask. Where were you between 6 and 8 last night?”

“I was at home.”

“Is there anyone who can confirm that?”

“My parents. We had a big family dinner at 7, and I helped my mom in the kitchen.”

“Alright, we’ll leave you to it.’

Zoey walked back to the rest of the team.

“What do you think?” Williams asked.

“Questioning those girls is no use. They’re not going to tell us anything.”

“Definitely not if you’re questioning them.”

“Ha ha, very funny. Let’s just go back to the station.”

“You’re the boss.”

 

Kingsley and Williams arrived back at the station.

“And?” Kingsley asked.

“Nothing special, except that she took that cheerleading thing very seriously.”

“Yeah, we got something like that from the coach too.”

“Really though. No going out, no boyfriend,  nothing.”

“There’s people like that.”

“We also cross-referenced with the database. Erika hasn’t been involved in any illegal activities.”

“Okay, so we’re stuck. Great.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to go home a little earlier. Jeff made a reservation for tonight, and there’s some stuff I’d like to get done.” Williams said.

“Go ahead. Make him happy.”

Williams grabbed his coat and left. Then a woman walked into the office. She had half-long black hair, and she looked about 35 years old.

“Hey Pete, where’s Nick headed this earlier?”

Kingsley smiled.

“L’amour, Hannah. L’amour.”

“So, how are things here? Any progress yet?”

“Not really. All we can do at the moment is hope the autopsy will clear up a thing or two.”

“Well, if you’re not busy, how about coming home a little earlier? I bet Demi and Daniel would love that.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I’m right behind you.”

Kingsley grabbed his coat off the hook.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Christine said.

Kingsley and Hannah left.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m heading out too. No point in staying here, is there?” Christine asked.

“No, certainly not.”

They both grabbed their coats and headed out.

 

30 minutes later, Ashley arrived at her parents’ house.

“Hey sweetie, how was work?” Her mom asked.

“It was fine.”

“Got a case to work on?”

“There’s a case, but nothing to work on.”

“How come?”

“Nothing to go on.”

“Aw, that’s too bad.”
“It’s fine. Where’s dad run off to?”

“He’s upstairs, working on… something.”

“What do you mean, something?”

“I have no idea.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Your favorite. Pancakes.”

“Delicious. Do you need any help with it?”

“No, I got it. I’ll start preparing them in a minute. To be honest, I expected you later.”

“Well, the case it stuck, so first Nick headed out earlier, and then my boss left. So Christine and I decided to head out too.”

“How are you liking your co-workers?”

“Good, I guess. Why?”

“Just curious. Anyone you like in particular?”

“Mom…”

“What? I’m just asking.”
“And I’m not discussing that with you.”

“You don’t like your boss?”

“He’s like 50 years old and married.”

“And what about this Nick?”

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. But I’m not into him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, and even if I was, I doubt he’d be into me.”

“Why? Is he taken?”

“Yes.’

“What’s her name?”

“It’s a he, and it’s Jeff.”

“No wonder he’s so nice then.”

Ashley looked up from her phone.

“You started about it so I would discuss this with you, didn’t you?”

Her mother smiled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hon.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2

 

 

The next morning, Ashley arrived at the station.

“Good morning.”

“It is a good morning, isn’t it?” Williams said.

“Someone’s in a good mood. I take it you had fun last night?”

“Indeed I did.”

“So where’s everyone else?”

“Pete’s not here yet, as usual. And Christine went over to Warren.”

Ashley looked confused.

“She got here earlier and Warren called. Apparently his report is finished. Christine is picking it up.”

“Ah, okay. Just didn’t  really understand what you meant.”

Williams looked up from his computer.

“Is there something wrong, Ashley?”

“No. Why would there be anything wrong?”

“I don’t know, you just seem a little bit down.”

“The case is in my head.”

“Or is your head in the case?”

“I don’t follow.”

“You’re distracted.”

“You sound like one of my high school friends. He has a philosophers mind too.”

Williams laughed. Then Christine came in.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing special.” Ashley said.

“Was Nick being a philosopher again?”

“I’m not a philosopher.”

“Whatever.”

“So what did Warren find?” Ashley asked.

“Right. Erika definitely died because of a hit with a sharp object, but her body showed signs of a fight.”

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“What about the DNA-test?” Williams asked.

“He won’t have those until tomorrow.”

Then Kingsley arrived.

“Please tell me the autopsy cleared a few things up.”

“I guess my mouth will stay shut then.” Christine said.

“What? Didn’t Warren find anything at all?”

“Only signs of a fight. The DNA-results are for tomorrow.”

“So, we still don’t have anything?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“People, any suggestions?”

“I have an idea.” Ashley said.

“What is it?”

“Well, the cheerleading team won’t tell us anything, but if they’re talking to one of us without them knowing…”

“You mean sending someone undercover?”

“It’s worth a shot, right?”

“It would be, if it didn’t take to damn long to organize.”

“In what way does it take long to organize?”

“Only finding someone to do it would take a long time. Not to mention all of the paperwork that comes with it.”

“I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. It’s been a few years, but I can still nail some nice flips.”

“You’re too inexperienced.”

“With all due respect chief, but do you really think that the people with enough experience would make believable high school students?”

“She’s right.” Williams said.

“Right or not, if one of those girls is a murderer, her life would be in danger.” Christine said. Sending Ashley undercover. Why were they even considering it?

“Ashley, it would certainly help the case, but Christine is right; you will be taking a risk if you do it. It’s your call.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Ashley, you are out of your mind.” Christine said.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to figure out.”

 

“Absolutely not.”

Ashley, Kingsley and Hannah were in Johnson’s office.

“Commissioner, I know it’s a big risk, but it’s the only way.” Kingsley said.

Johnson looked at Ashley.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Like the chief said, it’s the only way to solve the case.”

“Miss prosecutor?”

“If inspector Summers volunteers, then I don’t see any reason to object.”

“So it’s settled then.” Kingsley said.

Ashley and Hannah got up.

“Kingsley, a word, now.”

Kingsley sat down, and Ashley and Hannah left the office.

“Are you sure this is the only option?”

“Positive.”

“You seem troubled.”

“I have a certain feeling, and I really hope I’m wrong.”

 

Back in the office, a few people from forensics were putting together some mechanics. Christine was sitting on her desk, looking nervous and worried at the same time. Williams was putting some stuff in an envelope, and Kingsley was talking the plan through with Ashley, who was also sitting on her desk.

“Okay, so your name is Rachel Collins, you’re a transfer from Hawaii and you moved because your parents wanted to start a new business here. You loved gymnastics back at your old school, but it didn’t have enough team spirit for you, so you decided to go do cheerleading instead. That sound okay?”

“Sounds good, I like it.”

Williams handed her the envelope.

“In there is your ID, student card, that kind of stuff. If the coach wants to check your story, the principal has a file, already filled with your fake information.”

“Now I see what you meant with this taking a long time.”

“A good preparation is key. One small mistake could endanger everything.”

“No kidding.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s a cellphone. It will automatically scramble and delete all of your phone calls, and we’re in it with fake names as well, just in case you leave your phone somewhere and someone gets nosy.”

“That’s probably a smart idea.”

“The most important thing is to get information without getting suspicious. So ask around, but don’t actually question them.”

“Okay, I think I can do that.”

 

Ashley drove over to Asherton High School, where the principal was already waiting for her outside.

“Hello, you must be Ashley Summers.”

“That’s right, sir. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure to meet you too. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to the girls’ locker room, where you can find a uniform.”

“I’m right behind you.”

They walked through a couple of hallways, before reaching the locker room.

“Here you go, I’ll be right outside.”

“Okay.”

Ashley walked in and quickly changed into her uniform. She hated skirts, which is why she had always preferred gymnastics. She came out of the locker room a few minutes later, and the principal walked her to the football field.

“Coach, can I talk to you for a second?”

The coach and the principal were discussing quietly, while Ashley observed the gossiping cheerleaders. The principal walked away, and the coach walked over to Ashley.

“Welcome to Asherton, Rachel. Are you nervous?”

“No, not at all. I’m really excited to have an actual team now.”

“Excellent. I’ll introduce you to the girls.”

They walked over to the girls, who immediately stopped talking.

“Girls, may I have your attention? This is Rachel Collins, and she just transferred her from Hawaii. I know it’s on a short notice, but Rachel will be joining the cheerleading team.”

“Wait, weren’t we supposed to have tryouts for that?” one of the girls asked.

“Normally, we would. But if we are a member short, we won’t be able to compete in nationals. Therefore, I want each and every one of you to treat Rachel like a normal teammate. Understood?”

“But she doesn’t even know the routine.”

“Which is why we will now end this discussion and teach her. Into position.”

The girls got into position. The coach turned to Ashley.

“This might go a little bit fast, but we’re on a really tight schedule, so pay close attention,”

Ashley nodded, and the girls performed the routine almost flawless, and ended with a nearly complete pyramid.

“You got the routine.”

“Yeah.”

“Normally, you would stand where Brittney is standing now, and she will be on top of the pyramid.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Alright, you will get a five minute break, and then I want everyone to be more on point.”

She looked at Zoey, who quickly turned away. Ashley walked over to her.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Rachel, is it?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m Zoey.”

“I noticed you had a hard time nailing your flips.”

“Are you here to lecture me about it? Because coach has done that more than enough.”

“No, just try to hold your breath while doing it. Not deeply, but just hold it.”

“Have you ever done cheerleading before?”

“Gymnastics, actually. But I wanted an actual team.”

“I thought it was a gymnastics team.”

“It’s actually more of a club in that aspect.”

“Ah, never knew.”

“Alright girls, back into position!”

The girls got back into position, and they did the routine. With Ashley this time. Zoey nailed her flips this time, and they ended with a pyramid.

“Zoey, your flips have certainly improved. Jessica, your flips could be better. Rachel, you did your second flip sideways.”

“I thought it was sideways.”

“No, the first and the last one are. The second one is backwards for you and Zoey.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“From the top!”

They practiced the routine a few more times.

“Alright, that’s it for today. I’ll see you girls tomorrow. Same time, same place.’

They grabbed their bags, and went to the locker room.

“Hey, new girl.”

Ashley turned around.

“Oh, hey. Brittney, wasn’t it?”

“It is. This is Emily and Stephanie.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m sure it is. So, what’s your story?”

“My story?”

“Yeah. Where are you from? Why did you transfer? Any juicy details?”

“I’m from Hawaii, and I transferred because my parents wanted to start a new business here.”

“What kind of business?”

“Brittney, enough with the interrogation already.” One of the girls said.

“What? I’m just asking her.”

“You’ve asked enough.”

“Whatever.”

Brittney, Emily and Stephanie walked to the other side of the room.

“Don’t mind them. They’re just spoiled.”

“That’s what I figured.”

“I’m Jessica. I’m from New Orleans.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“Ha! I wish. Hawaii would be so much cooler.”

“Hey, how come you’re a member short, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Zoey turned her head away.

“We lost our old teammate, Erika.”
“What happened? Did she like, transfer or something?”

“No, she uhm… She died.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“It’s a good riddance.” Brittney said.

“How can you say something like that?” Jessica asked angrily.

“It sucks that she died an all, but you have to admit, she was terrible at cheerleading.”

“Oh please, you couldn’t reach her level with all the training in the world.”

“Then how come I’m the head cheerleader?”

Jessica was quiet.

“You probably just had to buy it.” Ashley said.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to, newbie?”

“I couldn’t care less. Now get your fake gold out of my eyes.’

Brittney looked like she was about to say something, but she walked away instead, followed by Emily and Stephanie.

“Okay, that was totally awesome.” Jessica said.

“What’s her deal anyway?”

“Rumor has it, she goes shoplifting on a pretty regular basis, and Erika found out about it.”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting how?”

“Oh, just… No reason.”

Zoey and Jessica left the locker room. Ashley went over to Brittney’s locker. Combination lock. Figures, she thought. She grabbed her bag, and left.

 

 

 

 

3

 

 

The next morning, it was very quiet at the station. Then Johnson walked in.

“Good morning, everyone. How are things here?”

No response.

“Hello, does anyone in here still speak English?”

“The case is stuck.” Kingsley said.

“Any word from Summers?”

“No, she hasn’t called to report yet.”

“I knew his whole undercover thing was a bad idea.” Christine said.

“Christine, she’s probably just waiting for the right moment to call.”

Christine turned her face to the computer again, without saying another word. She still had a very bad feeling about the whole situation.

 

Ashley walked into the girls’ bathroom and grabbed her phone. She dialed the number of the station, and waited.

“Yeah, chief, it’s me… Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, there’s definitely something going on here… One of the cheerleaders, Brittney  Marshall, she’s definitely hiding something… Yeah, okay… I’ll keep you posted. Bye.”

“Who’s hiding something?”

Ashley turned around, and saw Brittney standing behind her. She had to think fast.

“My uh… my sister.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“My boyfriend.”

“I thought you didn’t have any juicy details.”

“Just because I don’t tell you doesn’t mean I don’t have them, does it?”

“I suppose not. So what is she hiding?”

“Who?”

“Your sister.”

“Oh. I don’t know.”

“Just listen carefully. If you even think about lying to me, I’ll know.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, I know everything that’s going on around here.”

“Then you didn’t have to ask me who I was talking to.”

Ashley quickly walked away. A few minutes later, she went to class, and sat down next to Zoey.

“Hey Rachel, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Ashley looked at Zoey’s notebook. It had a heart on it, with Z+E in the middle of it.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Then the teacher entered the classroom.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please?”

 

After cheerleader practice, Ashley went over to a local café, where she was supposed to meet Christine.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for ages.”

“You’re always exaggerating.”

“I’m serious, though. I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Sorry, practice ran long.”

“Did you find what that one girl is hiding?”

“No, but I did find something else.”

“Well, don’t keep it to yourself. What is it?”

“One of the girls, Zoey Hastings, had a relationship with Erika.”

“How on earth did you figure that out?”

“I saw the cover of her notebook in class today. It had a heart on it, with Z+E in the middle.”

“And what makes you so sure that E stands for Erika?”

“Zoey told me that she could always go to Erika if she had a problem.”

“That’s nice to know and all, but how does that help us?”

“I don’t know. I thought you would have an idea.”

“We’ll probably just have to take her to the station.”

“That seems a little harsh, doesn’t it? The fact that she had a relationship with the victim doesn’t mean she did something wrong.”

“How else are we supposed to find out? It’s not like she’d tell someone she’s known for only two days.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Is that everything?”

“There’s also a rumor that Brittney’s a shoplifter and Erika would’ve known about it, but I didn’t find any proof to support that theory yet.”

“Okay, keep looking around.”

“Will do.”

Ashley got up.

“Oh, and Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine.”

Christine paid for her coffee, and they both left.

 

The next day, Ashley walked into the locker room after her last class. She rushed so she had time to take another look at Brittney’s locker. When she was in front of it, she started looking around for something she could use. Nothing. She tried a random combination. Wrong. Just when she was about to try again, Emily walked in.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… Nothing.”

“Is that Brittney’s locker?”

“No.”

“Yes it is. Why were you trying to get into her locker?”

“What do you know about Brittney?”

“Uh, enough. Why are you even asking me?”

“Oh, uh… No reason.”

“I see what’s going on here.”

“You do?”

“Of course, it’s quite obvious. You’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Please.”

“Why else would you try to dig up dirt on her?”

“Because I’m curious.”

“Right, of course.”

Then the other girls walked in, one by one.

“Having fun in here?” Brittney asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” Ashley said.

“Are you excited for practice?”  Jessica asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“You ran out of class like a crazy person.”

“I am crazy, didn’t you know that?”

Jessica laughed.

 

After cheerleader practice, the girls were back in the locker room. Brittney, Emily and Stephanie were whispering. Ashley wondered if they were talking about her, and what happened before practice.

“Rachel!”

Ashley turned around.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were nervous or not.”

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?”

“Um, hello? Nationals are in two days.”

“Oh, that. No, I’m not nervous at all.”

“If you’re not nervous, then why are you so distracted?”

“Sorry, Christine.”

Jessica looked very confused. What was she talking about?

“Who’s Christine?”

“She’s just a friend.”

“Right. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’re acting really, really weird.”

Jessica and Zoey left.

“Em, Steph, you go ahead, okay? I’ll be right there.” Brittney said. Emily and Stephanie left.

“Alright, why did you want to get into my locker?”

“Who says I want to know what’s in your locker?”

“Emily does.”

“Does she?”

“Yes. If you ever try that again, you’ll be sorry for it.”

“is that a threat?”

“You bet it is.”

“In that case, I’m glad I have this with me.”

Ashley pulled out her badge.

“Inspector Summers, LID.”

“You’re a cop?”

“That’s right, and I’m going to give you two options. I’m either going to arrest you for murder, or you’re just going to tell me what is going on here. And I don’t care what your choice is, but I want you to make it now.”

Brittney was stunned for a second.

“What do you want to know?”

“Did Zoey have a relationship with Erika?”

“How am I supposed to know who that quiet girl likes?”

“You know what? Tell me what you do know. That would make this conversation a lot easier.”

“All I know is that Emily has a new relationship with someone, but I don’t know who he is.”

“Are you sure that’s all you know?”

“Yes.”

“If I find out you’re lying, or withholding information, I’ll make sure you end up behind bars. And believe me when I say you won’t like it there.”

“That’s everything.”

Ashley walked away without saying another word.

 

Zoey was in the interrogation room. Christine was sitting across from her.

“Zoey, I want you to know that I’m not questioning you as a suspect, okay?”

“If I’m not a suspect, then why am I here?”

“Because I just want to ask you some questions. After that, you can go.”

“Okay.”

“How well did you know Erika?”

“She was my best friend.”

“Did you see her outside of school?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“And when you did, what did you do?”

“We would go to a movie, or just hang out.”

“And you didn’t have any other interest in her?”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Zoey, we have reasons to believe that you had a relationship with Erika.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

“Is it true that you have a notebook with Z+E written on it?”

“Did you talk to Rachel?”

“Zoey, Rachel Collins doesn’t exist.”

“But..”

“Her real name is Ashley Summers, and she was on the cheerleading team for an undercover operation.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Being gay isn’t a crime, and nobody has to know that you and Erika had a relationship.”

“E doesn’t stand for Erika, okay? It stands for Emily.”

 

Later that day, Emily was in the interrogation room. This time both Christine and Ashley were sitting across from her.

“I knew you weren’t a high school student, with your so-called curiosity.”

“Do you have a relationship with Zoey?” Christine asked.

“Who told you that?”

“She did.”

“Alright, I have a relationship with her. What about it?”

“Did Erika know about it?”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Because that could be the reason she was killed.”

Emily’s eyes started to fill up with tears.

“You know, usually we don’t mean it when we say this, but you’ll feel better if you admit to it.”

“It was an accident. Erika wanted to tell the cheerleading team about me and Zoey. I wanted to stop her, and then she fell and hit her head on the bench. She was already dead, there was nothing I could do. I panicked, and then I dumped her body in the woods, hoping she wouldn’t be found."

Emily started sobbing. Christine was about to ask her another question, but Ashley shook her head. They decided to postpone the interrogation. They both left the interrogation room, and walked back into the office.

“What a mess.” Christine said.

“Well, it’s a solved mess now. And we couldn’t have solved it if Summers wouldn’t have gone undercover.”

“I slipped up a few times though, almost blowing my cover.”

“Still, we solved it. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“All thanks to her?” Christine asked laughing.

“Don’t go down that road, Andrews.”

They all started laughing.


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