When my eyes opened, I exhaled loudly. My side hurt like hell. I was... in the living room and Soda and Pony were siting on the floor watching T.V. They heard my breath and turned around. "Scott!" They yelled in unison.
"Are you okay?" Pony said with his hand on my sore side.
"Pony! That's his bad side!" Soda said. Pony removed his hand as he apologized. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Ugh... Yeah, I think so...! Did Darrel really stab me?" I asked.
"Yeah." Pony breathed. I pulled up the side of my shirt to see a large stitched up wound. "We took you to the hospital and you got stitches too, by the way." I slowly collected my thoughts. I stood up slowly, and wobbled a bit when my legs straightened. "What are you doing?" Pony asked.
"I... need to get my notebook." I muttered.
"You have a notebook?" Pony asked. I nodded. "Well how did you get one? I mean if all your stuff was destroyed in the fire, and you spent the last couple of days investigating, how did you get a notebook?"
I was taken aback. "Are you using my questioning methods against me?"
"Yeah, I am, oh worthy one." Pony said. We chuckled.
"Well, it's not technically mine. It's yours Soda I found it one day and it was practically empty so I wrote some notes in there, I also keep all the pictures I've taken in there. Sorry for not asking you for it." I said.
"It's alright. I'll go get it for you." he said going up the stairs.
"Bring the actual evidence, too!" I said sitting back down. When he brought it down and I opened it, Pony and Soda were both in awe about how neat and organized it was. "I think that I've found the actual murderer." I claimed.
"Really, who is it?"
"Well, I need to check something first... Pony do you have any powder like stuff. Maybe, cocoa mix or something?" I questioned.
"Yeah, I think so. I'll go grab it." he said getting up.
"What do you need that stuff for?" Soda asked.
"Well, I'm scanning for fingerprints." I said grabbing the bag with the gun. "My dad was in Crime Scene Investigations so I've seen him do this before, with certain type of powder, and a big machine. So why can't I do it with cocoa mix?" I said. Soda was surprised.
"Here." Pony said handing me the container and a plastic spoon. "It's expired. I hope that doesn't change anything." I sprinkled a little bit of powder on the gun and I let it sit for a minute. I then blew the powder off of the gun and revealed 2 fingerprints.
"So, if Katy was telling me the truth then on this gun should be hers and the murderer's fingerprints. Now let's check this bag, she gave this to me, so her prints should be on it." I said as I analyzed the bag. The prints on the gun were the same as the prints on the bag. "So these are Katy's." I said. "Now I think logic will lead us to where we can find the matching fingerprints in our evidence. Let's first ask ourselves who's involved in the case right now, that we know of."
"There's you and I." Soda said addressing me. "And the detective and Katy, right?"
"Correct. Now I know for a fact that Soda and I didn't do it because, I was knocked out and you guys were helping me. So, that means that the murderer is either Katy or the detective. If Katy was lying then it was her, probably not on purpose but it would be her. But if these unknown fingerprints on this gun match up with something that we know for sure the detective was holding then we have a suspect. Now, what do we know for sure that Detective Robinson was holding?" I asked. We spent about five minutes in deep thought. "I've got it! The autopsy that I found with Two-Bit! It was his now let's analyze it!"
"Hold it!" Pony said. "Can I do it this time?" I nodded. ("What a child." I thought) He did everything I did and as I thought-"It's a match!"
"I knew it!" I said. "So, I'm going to need to confront him soon, but I need to get my thought processes together. I need about a week." I said. They both nodded.
"I've been wondering, Scott, Since Pony may have figured it out... what is your questioning method?" Soda asked. For the rest of the night we practiced pulling the truth from each other using evidence and testimony, it was fun. When we weren't paying attention Pony took a picture of the three of us laughing. I think that night even though my side was a bitch was one of the best nights I've spent in the Curtis household.
However I had a quick thought about proving the detective's guilt, in order for me to get my last piece of evidence I'd have to do something risky, something that might scar me for the rest of my life.