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Chapter Eleven
~Through Iola's Eyes~

I rubbed my sore knuckles. Youch. Well, it was my first step to being a detective!

"Seriously, Brandon, I didn't kill your father." Mr. Hardy said quietly.

"But you did, I know you did. Mom told me." Brandon said, swallowing. I bit my lip wondering what really happened.

"Your father and I were on a undercover mission in NYC. Our cover was blown and there was shooting... I tried to save your dad but I couldn't." Mr. Hardy explained. "I'm so sorry,"

"So all this time my mom was lying?"

"She probably heard the truth and didn't really want to hear it. Hearing isn't listening, Brandon. Its not your fault or your mom's fault." Buddy gasped.

"YOU! You killed my dad! He was part of a gang and you killed him!" Buddy yelled, running forward but Brandon stopped him from going any further. "I knew it! I KNEW IT!"

"Stop it Buddy. We're already in so much trouble as it is." Brandon said still staring at Mr. Hardy.

"...I... I don't... believe this... I can't believe this... Its impossible! You're lying!"

"Buddy!" Brandon snapped. "Don't you get it? We kidnapped a teen! We'll probably go to juvenile. Don't make it worse." I swallowed hard, stepping closer to Joe who wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Joe?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, Iola?" My boyfriend looked down at me.

"What will happen?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. Suddenly another car came and parked on the other side of the street.

"Joe! Frank!" Mrs. Hardy got out of the car running to them. I noticed that Mr. Hardy sighed and looked very worried...

"Frank, you're bleeding!" She gasped as she tried to help Frank's nose.

"Mom, its okay, I'm okay!" Mrs. Hardy pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Hardy.

"Fenton, what is going on?" Everyone... including me... stared at the famous detective who rubbed his forehead.

"Well, Frank, you can start." All heads turned to stare at him.

TO BE CONTINUED :) :)