Prologue
A screech of tires echoed off the rainy (as always) Seattle streets. Then there was a tap of shoes on pavement, and the sound of a heated argument. A gunshot ended the argument, and tires screeched again as the gun wielder drove off. Mandy jumped from her bed, sending her cat Mr. Quack flying. He hissed, his tail bushing out three times its size. Mandy put her finger to her lips and crept up to the window. Below her apartment, there was a silhouette of a man in a suit. Something dark surrounded his head. Blood. Mandy grew faint. She staggered and fell into her beanbag chair. A murder had just happened. Right. Outside. Her. Apartment.
Police sirens interrupted the ghastly silence. They surrounded the crime scene, and their flashing lights dazed Mandy momentarily. She snuck downstairs and stared out the window of the lobby. Luckily, the doorman was asleep. The police were putting yellow tape around the scene, and white tape around the body. Then they lifted the body onto a gurney. A detective inspected the scene and took some notes. He showed the notes to the chief, who frowned.
"The iCarly crew? But they're just kids!"
"Have you ever seen Sam?"
Mandy covered her mouth to keep back a scream. There was no way. Sam was pushy and aggressive, but she wasn't a murderer. And Carly and Freddy certainly wouldn't kill anyone. She longed to go out there and tell them, but she was afraid they would think she was meddling. So she tiptoed back upstairs and pretended to sleep. But the adrenaline coursing through her body made it impossible to close her eyes, except for blinking. Mr. Quack curled up with her, obviously forgiving her for throwing him across the room.
In Carly's house, Spencer screamed. Carly jumped 2 feet in the air and ran down the stairs, falling down the last one. She got up and ran to Spencer.
"What's wrong?"
"YOU KILLED A MAN," Spencer screamed. He shoved the newspaper in Carly's face. Carly read the headline, and couldn't bring herself to read the article. The headline said it all.
"Seattle Lawyer Killed By iCarly Crew." Carly dropped the paper and texted Sam and Freddy. They were bursting through the door before you could say Blueberry Banana Blitz. When they read the headline, the three best friends shook their heads.
"Stupid newspaper," Sam screamed, ripping it into shreds. Freddy's mom kicked the door down. Spencer's jaw dropped. She marched over to Freddy and proceeded to spank him. Carly stopped her and explained the situation in as calm a voice as she could.
"Ms. Benson, we were rehearsing iCarly last night. It wasn't us. You know nobody here would kill anyone."
But Ms. Benson had fainted at Carly's feet. Freddy rubbed his sore behind and awkwardly thanked Carly for saving his butt…literally!