Eleven Hours
I wake up to a sudden jerk. I look around to see everyone standing up, looking at me.
"What's going on?"
"We were hoping you'd know…" Anthony said.
"I passed out… sorry, I'm a detective." I say.
"Oh, well, nice to meet you, officially." A new man says.
"I can't say I've met you though…" I say.
The man looks like a hunter who just went and fought a tiger, demolishing the tiger.
"Oh, I'm Grant." The man said. I nodded to him.
"Why have we stopped?"
"We don't know, we're going to go check the front, but wanted you to be awake." Anthony says.
"Well, let's go." I pull out a small Colt pocket. I lead Anthony, Grant, and the man I offered to pay a ticket for.
We stand in a line near the front of the train, and I knock on the door.
"Sir, are you in there?" I ask.
I slowly grab the door handle, and push the door.
The front window is broken, like someone flew through it. I go in first, and look out the window.
I see the body first. It is the conductor. I can tell by the hat he was wearing.
"Oh god…" Anthony says.
"Everyone keep calm, I'm going to get to the bottom of this." I say, leaving the front car.
X.x.x
Everyone is gathered in the first class seating area, including two new people, both older, and one wearing a WWI jacket.
"I don't mean to push for introductions, but we have two new people here, could you introduce yourselves please?"
"Of course, I'm Belle." The older lady says.
"General J.H." The man salutes, and I salute back.
"An honor to face you sir." I say.
Anthony is pacing eagerly back and forth.
"Stop it." A voice says. Anthony turns to see the source is the Tomboy.
"What do you mean? We just found a dead conductor in front of the train. We have NO way to contact anyone, and possibly a killer amongst us!"
"That might not be true…" The ticket man says.
"Who are you anyways?"
"I am Gabe Smith, I work in the Oil industry." He says.
"That's all fine and good, but weren't you supposed to be sitting in third class?" Anthony asks.
"Yes, but I offered to pay for a first class when we got to my stop." I say.
"That doesn't matter, isn't that something you would call motive?" Anthony questions.
"I didn't kill anybody, you know that!" Gabe snaps.
"Woah, both of you chill out! Alright, it's obvious we have a killer amongst us, and I'm already going to say it wasn't me, as I was asleep, and I'm the one investigating here." I say. Everyone looks at me.
"We should split up, groups of two. Anthony you go with Grant. Anne, you go with Lilac. Belle, you go with J.H. Professor Birch, you go with Martin. I'll stay here and make sure nothing happens."
"What about me?" I turn to see the Tomboy standing there.
"Well, first, tell me your name…"
"Harley…" She says under her breath.
"Harley, you can stay and help me, okay?"
"Alright…" She walks away, and sits in a booth.
"Let's move it people!"
Everyone goes their separate ways.
A/N SUSPENSE! SEE YOU ALL NEXT TIME!