Cops and Robbers

by Jewels Wolf

Three friends. One dead. A betrayal with in. A mystery to solve. Secrets to hide. Who will beat the clock? The cops or the robbers.

Chapter 1

Amera:

The alarm went off with a persistent buzz. There was no need. I didn't get a second of sleep. Shoving the sheets back I sigh. I guess I should give Casper and Gasper time to sleep, but I still couldn't think right. Velco wants us back now. He hadn't called us back from scouting before.

I pressed the button on the side of the door. It slid open and shut once I left. The hall was narrow, and the ceiling was brushing just the top of my head. The walls sighed as deep within the ship the engine changed gears. Opening the pilot's door, the two twins were tapping on the control panel.

"What's wrong?"

"Ship off the main course, big and probably wealthy." Casper said with a strong voice. This was the only difference from his brother. I always hoped one day that one of them would get a different haircut. "Do you want to go salvage it?"

I looked out the window into the dark expanse of nothing. "How far?"

Casper shrugged, "Three light years. Maybe four."

I debated with myself. We got nothing from the asteroid belt this time, and we need the cash for fuel. "Do it. I can pilot for a while so you guys can sleep."

Both Casper and Gasper gave me a look. "You slept?" Gasper asked, his voice quiet and queer. "When? Yesterday?"

I gave them both a look, "How did this ship break down? Was there a distress call?"

"There was a distress call. It's old, but from the call it seems to still be there."

"Suspicious. Approach it cautiously."

They nodded, pressing at buttons before turning on the high speed. The ship lurched forward before settling out. Iris came storming in, her lipstick just slightly askew.

"What in the world did you boys do?" She snapped, her hips sashaying into the door frame.

"Work." I tell her, holding firmly to the chair in front of me. The ship jerked again, and Iris caught herself on the door frame before she went face first into the metal flooring. She had on her scowling face, ready to maul someone if they got too close.

Her face changed as she beheld the ship outside. I had to admit that it was huge. It was probably a cruise ship, but hell it was huge. We had a little dart drive that could hold seven tons of carry, but it couldn't compare to this thing. It had to have never been docked on a planet. Way too massive.

"We're never going to be able to search that enter thing." Casper said sarcastically.

"No dur." Iris grunted, "Amera, what are we going to do?"

I looked closer at the ship, "The escape ships are gone, so it must have been an engine problem. Let's go in, but no separating. I have a feeling that we'll be finding something. Gasper, get us in close and stay at the ready."

Casper unbuckled his seat belt following me and Iris to the anti lock chamber. We grabbed the helmets and suits for the no-atmosphere space.

"We're ready." I call into the mic in my helmet.

"Roger, opening the door now." Gasper says back.

The door opened with a hiss of air, releasing into the open. The rockets in our boots brought us the fifty feet to a cargo entrance. I tapped a few buttons and it beeped red before turning green. The cargo door opened, and we rushed in. I closed the door behind us, and the instant the door locked, gravity kicked in and we landed on a landing mat. I tapped on the device on my wrist. "Air's breathable."

Iris gave me a look, "You first as always."

I nodded, reaching up to unclasp my helmet. Taking a deep breath I unlocked the hemet. Nothing happened. I sighed in relief. As Iris and Casper took off their helmets I reached in to my helmet to pull out the communication device. "Not engine failure." I say to Gasper.

"Get me a system connected to the mainframe and I can get the cameras."

I looked up, searching for a termanal computer. It was there in the back. I walked over to it, plugging a small computer device into the output slot. "The bug is planted."

Gasper hummed on the line, "Yeah got it. I'll tell you if I see anything odd or suspicious."

"Got it." I turned back to the others, then looked around again, "Well let's get a looking at the cargo first. Remember, choose things that can be sold on the sly. Nothing big this time."

"We should find some fine cloth." Iris comments, "It doesn't take up too much space. We can also get new bedding and mattresses."

"Don't forget getting fine art." Casper commented, grabbing a crow bar sticking into a box and pulled. It snapped and growled and popped before giving in. Inside was packaged jams wrapped in soft linen cloth to help from cracking of the expensive jars.

"We going to take that all?" Iris asked eyeing the stuff.

I walked over grabbing one of the jars. I opened the jar to sniff. Grape, with a hint of lemon and strawberry. "Smells fine." I dipped a finger in, grabbing a glob of jelly before sticking it in my mouth. "Taste good. Really good." I eyed the stuff. "It would be hard to sell the stuff at full price, but the jars are worth quite a bit. Lets see what else there is, but we'll take a few for our own uses."

Casper grinned, "That good?"

I nodded, handing him the opened jar, "Don't eat too much."

Iris rushed over plunging in three fingers. I shook my head, diving deeper into the cargo. We found more food, some parts for ships, and what looked to be illegal weapons. We left the weapons alone, but Gasper made a call to an old friend to tell him where he could find the ship if he wanted the weaponry.

When the cargo bay was done, we walked into the ship it self. It was all lighted and open with bright colors and white carpet. Iris seemed really pleased with dirtying the pristine carpet with her old boots that still had mud on them from Marth's swamps.

We found the worker's quarters next. Nothing impressive, but not what normal ships gave their workers. Iris was biting at the chance to find some good stuff. The captain's quarters were at the end of the hall. I hacked the lock and the door slid open. I loved my job sometimes. The room was a masterpiece. The two story apartment had a million gold pieces worth of paintings. Casper went right for the paintings as Iris looked through the walk in closet and the bathing area. I sat myself in the captain's chair and started looking through papers. Bills of fuel, path route, passenger list. Nothing odd. The sapphire paperweights I slipped into my bag through. I pulled out drawers searching the content. A few gold pieces, gems and papers. Some of the paper was interesting. Alson international was on the top of one paper. I've never heard of that organization. I folded the paper up and put it in my pocket. I would read the papers later. Shutting the drawers, I look up. Casper had piled the paintings against a wall and Iris had packed something in duffle bags.

"Is that all?" I query, putting the gems and gold I found in my bag. I always took that stuff.

"We have the entire ship like this, so no." Iris snarked.

I grunted, "Go put that in the Cargo area. I'm going to dig a bit deeper into the ship."

"That safe?" Casper asked.

I shrugged, "I got Tesla. I'll be fine." I patted the tesla pistol at my side. "Stick together you two. I don't need to be bring a body back to Everth."

They nodded before grabbing their finds. When they went out the door I got up, looking at all the boards on the wall and hidden pockets. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, I run my hand over the railing. It was sanded to perfection and shined with a well maintained gleam. At the top of the stairs was a four poster king bed with real petals coming out of the mattress. I shook my head. Rich snobs. I searched the room. Nothing good. A few kinky things, but no good stuff.

I met back up with the others at the door to the main floor. It was huge. There was a lounge with soft colored wood and customer service desk. We searched barely any of the ship before we had too much stuff to carry anymore. Gasper turned off the distress call so that just maybe the ship wouldn't be found, and we could come back and get more. Iris got her beds and bedding. We all got new beds and bedding. We also got new pillows. I liked the pillows the most. We loded all the jars of jam, no point wasting it. Iris was piloting now so the rest of us could sleep. It would be another twelve hours until we landed at Everth. I closed my eyes, thinking that resting would be good.

I was jostled awake. My eyes shot open to see Iris in my face. She didn't look pleased.

"There is a ship." Was all she needed to say.

I was out of bed pulling on my boots in an instant, "Kind?"

"Small. One person ship."

I stormed down the hall, opening the cockpit door. Casper and Gasper were in place tapping at controls. Out the window only a hundred yards away was a small ship, barely big enough for one person to fly let alone sleep, shit, and eat in.

"How heavy?" I ask.

"About a thousand pounds." Gasper murmurs.

"There's someone in there." Casper says in astonishment.

"We don't do community service." Iris snaps.

Casper turns towards her, "You want to let him die there?"

"Him?" I ask.

Casper turned back to the screen, pulling up the infrared. There was a big red mass right in the middle of the ship, not moving. "Too big of a body to be female, and there's a heartbeat. He's alive."

"How much more weight can we take?"

"Three tons."

"I'll get him." I sighed. "We're not just going to leave him."

Iris snorted, but didn't object. She had to have remembered that if I hadn't stopped to help her out that one day she wouldn't be here now. I put on the suit as the twins brought the ship in close. The door slid open and I jumped out. The ship was so damn small. I hacked the outside controls and slipped in. I took off my helmet and suit before going further into the tiny tyrant. It was cramped, and not for tall people. Not even for short people. Iris was five three and even she wouldn't stand fully up in this ship.

I waddled my way down to the cockpit. On the floor was the man. He was tall. Very tall for a ship like this. I pressed my fingers to his pulse point. Still alive. I went over to the controls of the ship. They looked shot, and not in good shape. What in the world did this man do to his ship?

"Gasper. Casper. Come in for a docking."

Banden:

God my head hurt. Those damn pirates. They couldn't just leave the shity ship alone. I turned over, pulling the warm covers over my shoulders. I froze. Covers? Bed? I sat up with a jolt and slammed my head on the low hung ceiling over the bed.

"Shit." I barked holding my head. God that hurt.

I rolled over and fell off the bed to the floor. It was a good distance to the floor, and I hit it with a bang. That hurt. I stumble to my feet, waiting for the rush of feet coming to the door. Nothing came. No voices or feet or anything. It was silent. I reached at my hip, but my gun was gone. I panicked for the briefest of seconds before I saw it on a table next to the bed. I hesitated, putting it back on my hip. Whoever has me gave the hand of trust. I put it away.

I reached for the door right when it slid open. I jumped nearly ten feet up, startled. In the doorway was a girl. Not short like most space people are, but not overly tall either. In her hands was a tray of food. It looked to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a cup of milk. So this ship had docked in the past month on a civil plant.

"Oh, you're up. That's good." The girl said with authority. "Casper said you would be up soon, so I got you food." She smiled tentatively, but her sharp, keen eyes didn't miss a beat.

"Um… hello." I say hesitantly, backing up further so she could come in. "And where am I?"

"In between Corith and Everth. We were headed to Everth when we saw your ship. It was bad. We docked it in our hold, but it looks like it should be sold for parts." She set the tray on the small table. "My name is Amera. Can I know who I saved?"

I looked around the room, but nothing stood out. "I'm Banden. What kind of ship is this?"

The girl set the tray down on a small table, "Cargo ship. Midsize." That was odd. Such a young woman on a cargo ship. She must have saw it because she smiled. "We work as scavengers. I work as a scavenger. There's only four people on this ship."

That sounded right. At least I hoped that was what they did. They could be smugglers. "Thank you."

Amera nodded, heading back to the door. "Come out when you want but we'll be docking at Everth in two hours. Your ship is in cargo if you want to try and fix it, but our mechanic says it's worth more in parts then fixing it." The door slid shut behind her.

I sat back down on the bed, eyeing the food. She didn't lock the door. She didn't call me her prisoner. She also looked way too young to be doing this. I reached for the sandwich, smelling it. It smelled good. I took a small bite and froze. It was sensational. The flavor wasn't like that mass produced shit I could afford. If they truly were scavengers, I just might change my career. I ate the entire sandwich with little to no thought, not caring it they really did poison the delicious thing. After I finished, I ventured towards the door thinking that it would be locked. It wasn't. It slid open and I peeked my head out, looking this way and that. Nope. Not a soul to be seen.

I did hear voices though. Four of them.

"Did you hear me?" A female I haven't met asked, "We should have left him."

The girl from before, Amera, spoke up her voice certain and leader like, "And I should have left you."

"But I was different." The girl whined, "He's just fine. Let's drop him."

"No, we are not going to drop him."

"Um, Amera. Iris might have a point." Said a soft male voice, "We have limited gas and money. If we want to go raiding again, we have to sell all the stuff at Everth."

"I know people who will buy it." Amera waved off the concern, "And FYI, we are not dumping him overboard."

"Why?" The Iris girl asked.

"Because helping him might be some good. I might work with Velco, but I'm not cruel."

I could hear the screech from the girl and the stomp of boots exiting the area. I froze, hoping she didn't come this way. She didn't. The girl stepped out of the doorway and turned right, not even glancing my way. The girl was that normal space height of short. But her hips just barely pass through the small doors and had a chest with nothing to it.

When she turned a corner and out of sight, I peeked my head through the doorway to see Amera sitting at a panel of devices. She was sagging in her seat, an exhausted look to her face. Two others were sitting on her right side of her. Looking at them made my head spin for a brief second before I understood. Twins. Identical twins.

Amera saw me first and straightened up, "Your ship is down and to the left. If you're looking for that."

I nodded, glancing around the brain of this ship. The ship looked to be five years behind in the tech department but the way everything lit up, everything was working perfectly.

"How do you keep this dinosaur up and running smoothly? I usually have to get a new ship every other year."

The twins glance back at me before turning back to the control panel. What could they be doing in open space? There was nothing around to steer or avoid.

Amera shrugged, "A ship is a ship. Once you fix the parts before they break, the ship lasts quite a bit longer. Like forty years longer. The best ships to get are retired military vessels. Sure they cost and arm and leg but worth every sent."

I eyed her. She sounded so truth full that she had to have some experience with ships.

"So my ship is toast?" I asked.

"Oh definitely." Said a soft voice, and I turned to look at the twins again. I wondered which one spoke. He said again, "That ship is scrap. Not worth anything together, but in pieces it might be worth something."

I grimaced and silently cursed the damn pirates, "How bad?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"Engine was in one peace but the wings, belly, and alternator are dead. Not worth a cent. The computer is good, and the rockets too, but without a connection to the computer they are not going to run." One of the twins turned around with a clipboard, "I wrote down all the damage done and the cost if you want to fix it, and how much you should get from the parts that are good if you scrap it."

I looked at the list and hope died of having it fixed. The parts were worth less than the fixing of the ship. "Fuck." I cursed lowly, "I hate pirates."

Amera smiled, "They keep the good weary and the wicked tame."

"Are talking about the pirates or the merchants?"

Amera's smile grew, "Up for you to decide."

I was going to take that in a good way instead of a bad.

"Amera, we're here." Said a different voice from the twins.

Amera turned away back to the window out into space. I watched as a green planet quickly approaching. It made me dizzy. I reach back, grabbing hold of a chair. I sat closing my eyes hoping that it would end so.

"Turning off the jets."

"Activating the atmosphere shields."

I heard clinks and clings deep in the ship before a large gas sigh.

"We are landed." Called one of them. I didn't care who.

Opening one of my eyes I saw the docking place of ship after ship. I gave a sigh of relief. I always hated flying. Before the landing it felt like I was still on the ground without any bumps or jostles in the flooring. Amera was getting up from her seat like it was nothing.

"Dock the cabled ship." She told the twins, "Then turn off the engine, except leave on the cargo hold. I want to see if Velco will have a buyer for the cargo we got it. If he doesn't he'll pay for all the shit."

The twins smiled like there was an inside joke. But that name; Velco. They said it before but it rang a warning bell in my head.

"Banden, follow me." Amera called walked out of the cockpit, "Let's take a look at your ship."

Amera:

The stricken face of the very handsome man was kind of cute. His ship was trashed, sure, but he didn't look all that heart broken. He must have had a ship just so he could get around.

"So what you do to anger the pirates with a small thing like this?" I ask as we watch his ship lower to the tarmac from the belly of our ship. It was dead. This ship would never fly again. Something deep inside me, something I've long since buried, sturred. The urge to fix and modify was nearly unbearable. I'd have to go to Jack's tonight, or I just might buy this ship just to fix it.

The man turned to me, his golden brown hair coming undone from its tie. "Thanks for the ride." He reached out a hand to shake, "If you ever need me just go down to Fell's Pizza shop and ask for Banden."

I shook his hand, "You ever need rescuing again just send an S.O.S.."

He smiled before sighing, "I better call my friends to help with the ship."

I gave a nod. "It was nice to meet you, Banden."

I turned, leaving him there to figure out how to deal with his scraps of metal.

"Nice to meet you Amera." He called to me.

I didn't turn around, but waved back.

Everth was one of the few planets that cared about the ecosystem before humans inhabited it. So on every open patch of land or alley, there were plants. Not small grass plants, but twisting vines and odd shaped trees. Animals nested in them. From the Locks, a small thing that was compared to a rabbit but with pink fuzzy hair and spring-like legs of a frog, to a Sith, a large cat like creature with massive paws, razor teeth, and a scaled coat that changed to blend in with its surroundings. Thankfully, Siths were found quickly and relocated to the wild lands.

The streets were scrubbed clean so much that the iron stones shined from the three stars. Aroa, Aspel, and Aera, the three sisters; the three suns. Motas, Mortal, and Mison, the three brothers; the three moons. People of course worshiped the suns and moons. I didn't of course. I didn't believe in that shit. Who gives a shit about the sun when your so far in space that only two or three stars can be seen.

There was a place out there. Dead space people called it. Scientist theorize that dead space was the start of the enter universe. I hate to admit that dead space looked to be the best place where the eldest theory of the big bang might be. I always wished someone could prove it, but it probably would never happen.

I let my mind wander back to my body as the light streets became expensive. Three story houses turned to five story manner homes with butlers and maids and stables. I didn't want to let my guard down in a neighborhood here. No one, absolutely no one, got money like this without being underhanded. I walked all the way down the end of the road.

The end of the road was passive aggressively demonstrated by the large rod iron gate cutting off anyone who wishes to go further without invitation. I pressed the com button on the speaker by the gate. I rung it three times before stepping aside out of camera shot. The gates opened on silent hinges. I rung the buzzer again in thank you before walking on.

After a few steps the stone became gravel, sharp and unforgivable. I made sure I had on my boots coming here, or my normal tennies would be torn up. After a mile of walking, the gravel turned back to stone the rest of the way to the house. Unlike the million gold manor houses, Velco's home was a two story cozy cabin decked subtly in fine architecture. Behind the house was the true sign of his wealth. There was a landing strip for ships and a large hanger full with ships that were worth twice the planets worth.

As I approached the cabin front door, it opened. Standing in the frame was the tallest man I have ever met yet, he stood ducked under the frame. His sandy blonde hair was mussed and his blue eyes shined with mischief. I gave him a smile.

"Hey daredevil." Velco greeted.

"Hey fox." I greeted back, giving the damned man a hug he returned.

"Been some time." He said moving back to let me in.

I huffed, stepping in and shoving off my shoes. "I was halfway across the galaxy when you told me to come back." I handed him a slip of paper. "You owe me for fuel."

He laughed, "Yeah I figured. What else do I owe?"

"A full cargo hold of stuff. Though you might have to fight Iris for the jam."

He grunted, "I still don't get why you like going months on end in those ships. Too cramped."

I gave him a look that told him I wasn't ever going to give it up for anything.

He smiled, "Want some food?"

"I want to know what is so important for you to call me back."

His smile fell before turning around so I couldn't see anything else.

"Jack won't answer my calls."

I huffed, "All this way because Jack didn't answer a call?"

"Calls." Velco corrected, "He might hate me, but he usually answers my calls."

I grunted. He had a point. "So what do you want me to do about it?"

He looked positively ruffled when he said, "Last time I was on his porch he pointed a gun at my head and said that if he ever found me on his steps again, he'd shoot me."

I gave a slight smile, "And you think that he wouldn't do that to me?"

He gave me that look.

I grunted, "Fine. I was going to his garage anyway."

"You weren't on planning to see me?"

I gave him another look we both wouldn't say aloud.

"Yeah, I admit I deserve it."

I grunted again. "You said something about food?"

Banden:

When I walked into the precinct everyone started asking where had I been. I nodded, not giving an answer. It wasn't until my team asked about what happened did I spill my guts. They questioned over and over what the girls looked like. Tyson was the only one to ask about the twins. I explained how the twins were exactly the same, except for their voices. They grilled me on anything and everything. It was fun and relaxing.

"Boys," Captain called, "Get yourselves up. We have a murder."

I was reaching for my coat when captain's hand landed on my shoulder.

"You're riding with me," he said. I turned and gave him a startled look. "What? I'd like to hear about your adventure with the pirates, then scavengers."

I smiled. Captain could be gruff at times and ruthless to criminals, but he's always sincere. "Yes sir."

The ride over in the car was fast as people swerved out of our way. We stopped in front of a small one story house that screamed wealth. It was surprising. Most wealthy people lived on Brick Road. This house was in the middle of the Teson forest. On the steps a person stood up, her hair unbound and wild. The same jeans and tank were on, but the sneakers were swapped out for hardy boots.

I sunk in my seat motioning to the girl. "Captain, that's the girl from the scavenger ship."

Captain looked from the girl to me, "She looks like a force to be reckoned with."

"She is."

Captain grunted, "Stay here. I'll talk to her personally."

Amera:

When I got to Jack's cabin the door had been wide open. It raised every training instinct in me and had me pulling out my extra pistol from in my ankle spot. I found Jack in his front room, five bullets in his back and probably others on his front. His cell phone was clutched in his hand, half a number plugged in. I knew the number by heart. He was calling Velco for help. He was the only one around he would trust for help.

I called Velco first, telling him what I found. He sounded unsurprised. I wasn't surprised either. We all knew it was coming, but not how we were going to deal with it. I called the Force second. They were here in moments. Five Force workers. They enforced laws of this quadrant and had a bace on every planet. I usually stayed away from them, not caring to be on their radar. Now Velco and I would be looked at very thoroughly.

The men stayed back as another one hopped out of his car. They all looked to him in question. A Captain, I groaned. Oh goody.

"Name's Captain Felson. You are?"

I gave him a grim lined smile, "Amera. I'm a friend of Jack's. Or was a friend of Jack's."

The Captain motioned for his men to head inside. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Our Friend Velco asked for me to check in on him because he wasn't answering calls. It was odd of him, even if Velco and Jack never got along. They worked together for years, so Velco was worried. I just came in from space and was heading here anyway, so I agreed to check in on him. That's when I found him like that." I waved my hand at the open doorway.

The Captain gravely nodded, clicking away at his tablet. "You planning on going anywhere Miss Amera?"

"I was, but I bet I can't now."

The Captain gave a sorry smile, "No ma'am. We would like for you to stay in the area."

I nodded, giving him the address and hanger the ship was in, "Here's where I'm staying for the time being. If you need anything else, just give me a call."

He nodded, and I started walking away. "Did you get a ride out here?" The captain asked.

I shook my head. "I walked. I don't need a ride."

The Captain didn't stop me as I continued to walk away. I walked with assurance, my head held high and feet firm on the ground. When I realized just how strictly I was walking, I dropped my shoulders and shoved my hands into my pockets. I was stupid for nearly giving myself up. I pulled my hood up as the drizzle finally fell after gathering for hours.

Banden:

I watched the abrupt change in postering of Amera as she walked away. It was unsettling. When she turned out to the road I climbed out of the car. Captain was staring after her, his brows furrowed. It was even more unsettling seeing the intense focus of our Captain. We all speculated what Captain was before he became a Captain of a Force department.

Captain shook his head, breaking his own spell. "Come on Banden, let's get a look at this Jack."

I followed Captain up the sort three steps into the house. Inside was like the outside. Sparcely furnished that spoke money but not screaming it. In through the front door was a living space that openly moved to a kitchen. Lay face down on a handmade carpet in a pool of dark dried blood was a man. He wouldn't stand out in a crowd. Dark brown hair that was cut short but not too short and average height for a man. I could see the five bullets in the man's back and winced. Overkill for sure.

Looking from the man I looked around. On every wall had a picture of a ship of some sort. Old ships and new ones. Pitchers of Amera and another man in a ship together. Amera sat at the steering seat and the other man sat at the controls for weapons. I judged the photo closer. The person taking the photo had to have been sitting at the control center. Where he would control the functions of everything else.

Captain came up to my shoulder frowning, "That's a Sergeren Seven. Fastest ship on the market."

"Then the photo is new." I declared thinking it was significant. I could feel that it was significant.

Captain shook his head pointing at the date, "Eight years before it was on the market."

I looked and sure enough, eight years before the ship was presented to the public. "So these three got to be test pilots."

"They are young." Tyson says from across the room, "I looked at the photo and the date then at the man's license. At the time according to his licence he would have been only fifteen."

I tilted looking further at the photo. Nothing else could be see to give clues. "So was he in flight school?" It wasn't rare or uncommon. Hell I went to flight school for three years, flying the latest model ship.

Captain's face became positively fowl, glancing back at the dead man, "Maybe, but something's not right."

"Captain." Carson called, "Can you come look at this. I don't know what it is."

Captain grunted giving the photo one last lingering look before storming deeper into the house.

At the end of a hallway Carson was waiting half in a room and half out. "It looks like makings for a bomb but I don't think that's what it's for."

Captain walked into the room a few steps before stopping. I slid by his big frame and looked around. No windows. No second exit. Just table after table of parts. There was a few model ships scattered about but I had never seen ships like them. Some of them were long and slick as others looked to be large armored cargo ships. I reach for one of the models but Captain pulls my hand away.

"Watch it. They're real." He warned.

I looked again at the models and gapped. "Who was this man?"

Captain grunted, "I want the other two people from the pitcher in my office. I have a feeling they know exactly why this man died."

I glanced at Captain interested, "You think one of them killed him?"

Captain shook his head, "No but they know why and I want them to tell me before they go into hiding."