A/N: The 7th chapter ^^ I wonder how long this story will be…Ah well, we'll find out later, I think. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the PW gang.
I ran at full speed to where the detective was and shoved people out of my way. I was worried about him. Other normal people would be too if they saw a person standing up from a pool of blood. But, what if the pool of 'blood' was actually tomato sauce? Hm…
Detective Gumshoe needed a few people supporting him as he attempted to stand. As he leaned on one of them, he gave the crowd of people his usual goofy smile. "It's okay, I tripped on the rock and it bit my foot," he said, reassuring us.
The crowd raised an eyebrow before dispersing. It looks like they don't believe him. I didn't believe him as well. Getting bitten by a rock? How stupid does he think we are?
"Hey, pal," he greeted me again, "How's the in…ves-." He fainted.
The ambulance came soon after. I made a metal note to myself to go visit him later. Two people were carrying a stretcher. Each person wore a uniform saying 'Hotti Clinic'. I asked one of them, "Hey, how is he?"
"He's okay for a person who almost got killed. But, we found this note in his hands. We couldn't make it out. It was covered in blood." He handed me the note. Another note? This could be one of those fake suicide notes.
I slowly opened it up. It was covered in blood just like what the person said. I tried to read the note, making out letters as I go with no luck. I went back to the side room.
"Mister Nick! You're back!" Pearls said.
"Yeah."
"Why do you look so sad?"
"Detective Gumshoe almost got killed by someone."
Pearls gasped. She covered her mouth with her hand. "That's horrible, Mister Nick! Who would do such a thing to the scruffy detective?"
I smiled. Pearls still called him 'Scruffy Detective' and 'Dick' every now and then. "I don't know, I answered her."
"Mister Nick, you shouldn't be smiling, if you do, people would think that you're a sadist!"
A detective came in. She was wearing a coat too, like Detective Gumshoe, but it wasn't as old as his or as dirty. "You two," she said, pointing to us, "get out of here. We want to search this room and some of the policemen want to question you."
I slipped the note in my pocket without the detective knowing. She looks familiar, I think I've seen here somewhere before, but I'm not so sure. We exited the room.
Then I remembered. SHE'S APRIL MAY!! I spun around. "What are you doing out of prison!" I screamed.
"Huh?" she asked.
"What are you doing out of prison?!?!" I repeated.
"I've never been to prison!"
"Yes, you have! I thought you were sentenced for ten years!"
She blew her whistle that was hanging around her neck. "Hold it right there, Sir. I've never been to prison. Although I am a licensed detective, I haven't even visited the detention center yet!"
"That can't be right, you're April May!"
She looked shocked. "You know my cousin?!?!"
Her cousin? Oh. Well, that would've explained the purple hair instead of the usual pink. "Sorry, my bad," I apologized.
"You still haven't answered my question. How do you know my cousin?"
"I'll explain it to you later." I saw her open her mouth to ask why, but shut it again as she saw a very angry police officer standing behind me.
"Right, I'll see you later, then."
The police officer dragged me and Pearls away from the side room. I wonder why. Ah, well, I'll find out later.
The police officer would probably question us about things like what we were doing at the time of the murder and such and what we were doing in the side room before they came.
They questioned Pearls first. Just as they were about to say something, she ran away. "Hey! Get that kid!" someone shouted. They started chasing after her. I didn't know Pearls could out run police officers. She should join the Olympics.
When Pearls finally stopped. The officers dragged her back to where I was, out of breath. "Why did you run, little girl?" they started interrogating her again.
Pearls remained quiet. "Um, Pearls, answer their question. If you don't they'll get angry and send you to jail.
Pearls looked up at him and said, "Mother told me that if anyone suspicious tries to talk to you, run away."
The officers looked at each other. They were probably thinking 'Do I look suspicious?' "I see. So, what were you doing in the side room before we came in?"
I froze. Should I tell the police about the note? Or shouldn't I?
Pearls answered, "He was teaching me how to read, right?"
"R-right," I answered.
"I see." He wrote a few things in his writing pad, "Well, where were you when Detective Gumshoe got stabbed?"
"DETECTIVE GUMSHOE GOT STABBED?!?!" I shouted.
"Yeah, I guess you didn't notice the knife sticking out of his back. Oh wait, his back was against the tree, never mind. Hey, don't change the subject! Where were you when he was stabbed?"
"Well, I was at the crime scene. You saw me, didn't you?" I answered. The officer nodded his head.
"And I was in the side room," Pearls said.
He stopped writing in his notepad. "Why were you in different places and why did you go to the side room after the stabbing?" he said, glaring at me.
"Well, you see, I wanted to investigate further and I left Pearls behind and after the stabbing, I wanted to make sure that Pearls was alright. I was worried about her," I lied. Well, not really lie. I was really worried about her.
"I see, you're a nice father," he told me.
I almost screamed by head off. Me? A father?
"Mister Nick's not my father. My father went away somewhere when I was young," Pearls said.
"I'm sorry little girl. Here, to cheer you up, let me show you a real pistol!"
"Officer!" I gasped. Clearly, this officer is no better; showing a little kid a real gun!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK
Someone screamed. The scream came from the side room of the Fey Manor.
A/N: There! I'm done with the 7th chapter! Also, I've just gotten my own laptop, so I will be updating more frequently! Woot!
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