House of Murder and Secrets

Chapter Three

"Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind." -Cassandra Clare Clockwork Prince

"Would you like some tea?" Trudy asked after all of the tempers had cooled down.

"Yes, please," Anna and Marie said at the same time and scowled at each other. Small talk had gone on and both women realized that arguing over a dead man was not worth it. They were going to cooperate during the investigation, but that didn't mean they had to like each other.

The Sibuna gang went upstairs to leave Piper, Anna, Marie and the three daughters, Jana Elise, Grace Lynn, and Julie Katherine, to talk. "Patricia, I'm sorry about your dad, his death and his secrets," KT said sympathetically.

"Not to sound awful, but I've known about the affair for years," Patricia responded. "Our whole family has. My parents have wanted a divorce since about two years after Piper and I were born. However, my grandparents don't approve. My mom has had numerous affairs to. They both turned a blind eye. It's kind of been known that my parents cheat on their boyfriends and girlfriends with their spouses."

"That's awful," KT said.

"Things were never boring in my house growing up, that's for sure," Patricia responded with a smile on her face. "What are we going to do about this though… They aren't going to leave until the investigation is over and that might be a while…"

"That's simple," Eddie said.

"We solve it ourselves," Fabian said, finishing his friend's response.

Eddie took his right hand and covered his right eye and said, "Sibuna," the others mimicked him.

Fabian had managed to hack the computer system that had the files about the murder in it and pulled out all of the documents. There wasn't much except for some notes that, paraphrased, said that Mr. Williamson was seen entering a dark alley way at five a.m. and two women followed him in. The women came out of the alleyway about ten minutes later; both had brown hair. He was found at about seven a.m. and had been dead for about an hour and a half. The evidence leads to smothering with a white t-shirt. He didn't die because of the smothering though; he died from fibbers being caught in his throat, making it unable for him to breath.

They found one more file on the computer: a video. "What is it?" KT asked.

"It looks like surveillance footage," Fabian responded.

"Play it!" Patricia demanded.

"It's going to take a while to load, Patricia," Fabian said with annoyance. "A little patience would be appreciated."

"Sorry," she muttered.

Just then a muffled, "Dinner!" came from downstairs.

"It'll load while we eat," Fabian said as they left the room.

Dinner was generally uneventful except for the fact that neither Anna nor Marie seemed very mournful about the death of Mr. Williamson. The excuse could easily have been that the real news hadn't sunk in yet, and that was perfectly acceptable. But what Patricia had said rang loud in their ears. Something was strange, they didn't know what it was, but something was strange.

The Sibuna gang shoveled down their food and left the kitchen with a quick thanks to Trudy and they all ran upstairs to see the video. It took a few more seconds, but the video was loaded. They watched it, and it was obvious that the murderers had done a poor job at trying to conceal themselves; you saw their whole faces, and there was no doubt who it was.

"OH MY GOD," the five exclaimed at the same time. They knew who the murderer of Harold Williamson was.

*Tune in tomorrow to see who it is. Sorry it's a short fanfic.*

*Any guesses as to who it is?*

*I'll give you a hint. This story is based off of a song and if you know the song, you know who it'll be.*