Detective Trevor: How's the investigation going man? Want some coffee?
Detective Julius: Sure. I have a question.
Detective Trevor: Yes?
Detective Julius: Has Rose's family hired a lawyer or prosecutor yet?
Detective Trevor: Uhhh.. I don't kn-
Detective Brandon: Why do they need to hire a lawyer now? We don't even know who did it so the judge can't even make a conclusion yet!
Detective Julius: Right, right. I'm probably just tired. We need more suspects to figure this out.... Why in the world is this culprit so hard to catch?
Detective Brandon: Should we invite the kids over tomorrow to discuss what you have done so far?
Detective Julius: Sure.
Sunday June 24 9:30 pm Wendolyn's POV Wendolyn: *yawn* I'm so tired.. Wait. Why is my window open? And there's mud on the windowsill... *gets phone and takes pictures* Did someone rob the house?
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Wendolyn's Mom: Wendolyn, are you going to sleep yet? There's school tomorrow.
Wendolyn: Mom, were you home all day?
Wendolyn's Mom: Yes. Why you ask?
Wendolyn: Call the detectives.
Wendolyn's Mom: O-ok is there something wrong?
Wendolyn: Just call I will explain later. *hurriedly runs away*
Wendolyn goes to the basement to check their stash of money looked away behind a pile of board games.
Wendolyn: There's nothing wrong here.. So what did the criminal do?
The detectives come shortly after the call. Wendolyn's friends also arrive to spectate the mystery behind Wendolyn's window. The detectives inspect Wendolyn's room but they can't find any clues. Everyone leaves disappointed but they will live to see another day.... of more investigation.
Marolyn's POV Marolyn comes out of the washroom and sits on her bed.
Marolyn: Aish I'm so dumb. I just left the hair oil under a pile of clothes where Wendolyn could've just easily found it. The M is gonna be so mad.... I'm so dumb but why, why did the M have to choose me complete his orders? Why couldn't it be Wendolyn instead? What's so good about me?
Marolyn sits there thinking about the M and her consequences. Suddenly, she spots a piece of paper on her desk.
Marolyn: This can't be good... It must be a note from the M... I don't want to open it anymore...
