Later that afternoon, Velma sat on the living room sofa. The television jabbered away and she never paid any attention to the channel she'd had on. Once again, she punched in Virginia's name, and came up with the same results that she had the night before. She hoped she could get some more clues besides the gun.

She clicked on a link and see if that website could tell her something. There was no need to keep her fingers crossed. She decided to look over the article that she thought that would've been helpful to this murder. Here's what she found:

"Virginia Webber, a famous romance writer, was murdered, but the sheriff's office has announced this is an ongoing investigation. Even her sister, Deputy Sheriff Andrea Webber, couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing. Question is why would someone want to kill a published writer? To know more information about Virginia, please contact Deputy Webber at this number. Velma left that website, sighing.

"I think I'll just do it that way," Velma told herself.

She was happy that her cell phone was lying by the laptop. So she reached for it and called Andrea right away. Five minutes later, she heard Andrea pick up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Andrea. This is Velma Dinkley from Mystery Inc."

"Hello, Velma. I wasn't expecting to hear from you," Andrea told her.

"I kinda figured that. I was calling because I thought you could share anything that would help me and my friends solve this murder about you two growing up."

"Thank you for reminding me, Velma. I never got around to that yet, have I?"

"No, you haven't."

"Would you want to do this over the telephone or in your friend's law firm?" Andrea asked her.

"How about the telephone? I want to have a chance to solving this mystery before my friends," Velma answered.

"I understand. Where do you want me to start?"

"Maybe at the beginning. That would be a big help."

So that's when Andrea began the story.

"Virginia and I never really knew our parents. Our parents died shortly after we were born. After they passed away, Virginia and I were sent to an orphanage in Milwaukee. We didn't get adopted until we were seven. We were adopted into this musical family known as the Osmonds.

"They are friendly, but once we joined the family, we had to go to church. We were adopted as Mormon, but my sister and I really never care about religion. When we turned eight years old, we were baptized. Since our first Sunday service after we were adopted, Virginia and I were given our own copy of the Book of Mormon, which was written by the founder of the Latter – Day Saints Church, Joseph Smith.

"Both of us really didn't pay much attention to what the Bishop was talking about each week. Once we were old enough to live on our own, I went to police academy and she ended up finding an agent and publisher. The Osmond family weren't liking the fact I decided to have a career that involved violence. Sometimes you just don't have a choice.

"My entire life with the Osmond family, I had always wanted a career in the police department. My dream did end up coming true. I did watch a lot of the Andy Griffith Show. That's why I dreamed of becoming a cop.

"When I'd been on the Utah police force, my family was still keeping into changing my mind of changing careers. Uncle Alan did keep telling me that he and the rest of the family don't want me to end up dying like Joseph Smith did. I proved them wrong, all right. I always kept reassuring my family that I won't be dying anytime soon since I was still too young to pass away and go to Heaven. Sometimes you don't have a choice. I did already mention earlier about choice, so I ended up living, and that was all.

"Several years later, Virginia's murder happened and since her death on the first day my department heard about it, the case is still ongoing. My department agreed when a murder case like this one continues to stay unsolved, we don't want to give up. One of my last days attending the Mormon church, that's what a service the Bishop wanted to share with us. Virginia stopped attending the services and once her publisher accepted her latest novel, she left at the right time and I was still going. I wanted to stop with her, but plans didn't work that way.

"Unlike the Osmond family who made their careers popular in the seventies, Virginia and I didn't have the musical talent to keep the generations for the future. Still, Virginia had made it at the top of the Bestseller list up to number one, and the family were proud of her writing.

"Ever since we were fifteen years old and had just entered high school as freshmen, Virginia came up with several ideas. She never expected to be creative by writing fictional stories, and it wasn't something she wanted to do for a career. Like the spiritual saying goes, it's a gift God had given you."

"That's quite a story you told me, Andrea. Do you remember the name of the orphanage you and Virginia lived in?" Velma asked.

"No, I don't, and if I were you, I wouldn't bug the people who work there for questions. The original managers probably aren't living any longer," Andrea said to Velma.

This entire time Velma listed to Andrea about her childhood life, Velma already had a pen and some paper. She always came prepared to notes if necessary, and that's what she was doing this whole time.

"I think you've shared enough of your story, Deputy. I'll let you know if my friends and I have more questions to ask you."

"All right, Velma. I enjoyed sharing my past with you. And you know where to find me if you want to ask more about Virginia."

"I plan to do that, Deputy," Velma said and that's when she put the phone back in its place.

She looked her notes over. She saw that there was enough information to share with their fans to facebook and this time she'll let her friends look at the update on their own. She sighed, happy to know she'd gotten around to this before Fred would ask about it.