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When they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, Sue and Jack were surprised. They were expecting a ritzy place, and here it was, a nice place, but definitely not a place the Myles they knew would go willingly. Carla didn't really understand their surprise. She thought it was a very cute restaurant. Some place she would like to go to sometime soon.
When they walked inside, they saw Myles, and he them, and they walked towards him.
"What's up?" Jack asked.
"What are they doing here?" he replied in his usual Myles self.
"We were all together, so I brought them with."
There was no use arguing, so he just continued. "Well, I don't know what is going on, but I asked to talk to a manager. No one has come out yet. I was just about to go in and find a manager myself."
"But what is going on?" Jack asked.
"Don't know."
"Then how do you know something is?"
"Instinct. Just instinct."
Jack turned to Sue. They both had the same expression. Myles was Myles, what could they say?
"Let's go." Myles said, then boldly started walking towards the bar. When he got there, he showed his badge and said, "FBI. I demand to see a manager."
The frightened waitress and bartender pointed down a hallway to the side. Myles walked in that direction. Before Jack followed him, he said sorry to the frightened employees, and the three of them quickly caught up to Myles. He was looking in every room, until he found someone. He finally found a whole group of people.
"Excuse me, but this is private. How did you get back here?" a man, obviously the manager, said, coming up to Myles.
"FBI. What is the problem here?"
The man softened, realizing who they were, and let them all in the dim room. Brooke Fraser was sitting down, crying, and a few people around her trying to comfort her, but you could see the worry on all of their faces. Once everyone was inside, the man said, "We received this about 10 minutes before going on." He handed Myles a sheet of paper. Myles quickly grabbed his handkerchief, and held the paper in the handkerchief, so as to not add any more fingerprints as needed. The typewritten note said;
Dear friends and family;
I am sorry if this saddens you, but it saddens me to say goodbye. I wish you all well, and I hope you take my passing well. This was my last show, and I hope everyone enjoyed it.
Goodbye.
Brooke Fraser.
Myles passed the note so that everyone could read it. Everyone was shocked. Obviously the artist did not write this. Myles then turned to the man and said assertively, "I will be taking this case. I do not want anyone to leave this building. Everyone is a suspect right now. I need details on everything that happened, from everyone's perspective." The man quickly nodded in compliance.
"We'll go check out the front while you get their statements." Jack said as he directed Sue and Cara out of the room.
Once in the bright hallway again, Sue asked, "What is going on? I couldn't see everything in the dark room."
"The artist received the note just as she was going out on stage. Anyone out there could be the person who sent it. We need to secure the front." Just then, they were back in the restaurant.
"Excuse me," Jack said loudly. Once he received everyone's attention, he said, "I'm very sorry to say this, but a situation has arisen, and no one can leave this building until further notice. Someone will come to you and ask you a few questions in a little bit. Again, I'm sorry." After he said this, he scanned the room for anyone who looked suspicious, such as someone about to bolt, or someone who did not look shocked. Everyone looked genuine, so no easy way out of this one. He then took out his phone and called the rest of his team, plus a few other agents to help out on interviewing and fingerprinting the large group of people. Once off the phone, he noticed Sue by the stage. He quickly pulled her away.
"What are you doing!?" he said once she could see him.
"I wanted to see if I could see anything suspicious." She replied.
"I don't want you near there. I don't know what we are looking for, so if you could stay by the bar with your Mom, that would be great."
Sue nodded, and went over to her Mom.
Just then, the first group of FBI agents started filtering through the doors. They set up tables for fingerprinting and writing down testimonies, and filtered all of the guests into a line. When Jack looked back over by Sue and Carla a little bit later, Sue was not there. He quickly ran over to Carla. "Where's Sue?"
"Oh, she went in the back, to the bathroom about 5 minutes ago." Carla didn't seem too worried, but Jack knew better. Carla didn't know Sue when she was at the FBI like he did. She went to investigate. He quickly went in the back, only to find Sue backstage, crouched down on the floor right by the curtain. He tapped her on the shoulder.
She looked up at Jack and said, "Jack, look at this!"