Inheritance Of Secrets

The game begins

It had been a week.

A week of intentionally avoiding someone, Jameson figuring out new information on Toby, and Ethan bragging about his discovery.

Ethan was annoying but it helped him ignore other problems in his life.

I spent this week working on my cold case.

It is going nowhere. Everything I find out about Amerie turns out to be rumours and simply not true. Her parents also have nothing to do with the situation considering that her mother and stepdad have footage of neither of them leaving the home and her father is dead. Everything about this was wrong. The girl was stabbed 17 times. At that point the kill is personal. Full of hatred.

I'd visited the spot of death again. Nothing.

Whoever the killer has had the online persona of Daniel Brown. I just had to find them.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Jameson - Rooftop

Annabelle - Fine

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Jameson had already been there for a while before I arrived. He was standing by the edge of the rooftop. He was smiling to himself. A smile I knew far too well. A smile that was only used when he was about to crack the puzzle wide open.

For the past week, he had been going on about how Avery knew something more about Toby and he just had to get her to say something. I told him multiple times that she really didn't know anything more and yet he was still convinced that I just couldn't see it.

I knew more about Toby than Avery did. I just couldn't say anything.

If this was another puzzle there was no way I could spoil it. The last one got everyone back together. This puzzle could solidify it. Plus I didn't even have to lie. I would just tell fractions of the truth. Or say nothing.

"Ask me what I did?" Jameson spoke as I stepped next to him.

"What did you do?" I gave him a look of annoyance.

His smile turned wicked, "I made a bet."

I see the glint in his eye and the slight upturn of his lips. The excitement of Jameson's face is apparent. He is also convinced he is going to win whatever this bet is.

"Do I want to know what this bet is?"

He turned his head fully to stare at me directly, "I think you already know?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Toby?" his eyes shifted away from mine, "Jameson why do you think you're going to win?"

His smile spread wider, "Because I have you."

My face slipped into a frown, "You have me? I'm automatically of your team?"

"Anyone else wants you on their team?" He taunted looking rather triumphant. It was stupid because I could be on anyone's team or even make my own team if that's what I wanted.

I fiddled with the ends of my hair. It was bothering me today. It didn't sit right when I put it up.

"Fine," I stated, "I'll be on your team." I took a step back from him and waited till he turned around again, "Only if we play Five Minutes."

Five Minutes was a game I invented when we were younger and Jameson refused to shut up when I was trying to read. When the person called 'five minutes' the opponent couldn't talk for that duration of time. Unfortunately, Jameson decided that was too boring so he added a twist. After the five minutes was over the player who called it was subjected to a dare that they had to complete. The game only stopped if the person started talking when the five minutes weren't over or they refused to do the dare.