Chapter Two
Meanwhile, Fenton was in the study room contacting Chief Collig for details on the earlier murder case. Right now, all they could get were just a big looped hole. How could anyone get stabbed in the middle of a performance with the whole 20000 crowd of people watching?
"Fenton, I think Smith wants to speak to you." Chief Collig interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think it's convenient to talk over the phone. Why not we arranged another day where he's available. He can come over to my house. We have three brains here." Fenton suggested.
"Alright, give me a minute." Chief Collig told him.
Fenton heard murmurs followed by a quick discussion.
"He says he will drop by your house alone at twelve noon tomorrow." Chief Collig informed him.
"Agreed. Be punctual and make sure no one follows." Fenton said before he hung up the phone. Joe will be ecstatic if he knows about this. Fenton chuckled to himself. His younger son had always been a fan of Smith since he was eight. He decided not to inform Joe about this to avoid over anticipation.
Fenton walked up to Frank's room and quietly knocked on his door.
"Come in." Frank's voice answered from behind the door.
As Fenton entered, he quietly shut the door.
"Frank, Smith's coming over tomorrow so we could discuss the case. I want the two of you with me when he's here. Could you do me a favor and keep this from Joe temporary until tomorrow." Fenton pleaded with his eldest son.
Frank nodded his head. He knew how Joe could behave if he ever finds this out early.
"Rest early. He's coming over at twelve. Night, son." Fenton left the room.
Frank's mind was filled with thoughts about the case as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning
At 11.50am, Frank pounded on Joe's door.
"Wake up Joe! We have a guest coming at twelve." Frank shouted. He heard some shifting followed by groaning.
"It's a Sunday morning for goodness sake. The guest can do without me." Joe grumbled from his sleep.
"Alright, you can sleep through the day. I don't care. But I'm not sure if Dad cares." Frank threatened Joe.
"Fine! Give me a minute" Joe said as he pushed himself out of his bed.
Joe's six-foot frame soon emerged from the door. His hair was tousled. He did not look so happy. He was dressed in boxers.
"I wished Vanessa was here to see this." Frank laughed as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Give me a break." Joe said as he headed down to the kitchen preparing to look for food.
Frank felt disgusted. "Can't you at least brush your teeth?"
Joe was too busy ransacking the refrigerator to answer his brother. He cursed upon looking at the contents. There wasn't any food available. There was a plate of leftovers, which seemed to be decomposing. Just as he was about to head back to his room, he heard the doorbell ring.
Joe shouted to his brother from behind the refrigerator. "Frank, could you answer that? I'm busy at the moment."
As Joe ascended the stairs, he heard the door opened. The guest must have arrived. Curious, he turned. To his horror, he saw Smith standing there and he was staring directly at him. Joe gasped and quickly headed to his room for a change of clothes. He ignored the laughter from below.
"Sorry about that Smith. That was my younger brother. He's a great fan of yours. Dad is in his room at the moment. I'll get him." Frank said in an apologetic tone.
"Sure, take your time. Please don't call me Smith. That's my nickname in the entertainment industry. My real name's Joaquin Fernandez. You can call me Joaquin." Smith said as he chuckled to himself.
Frank headed up to his Dad's room and bumped into Joe along the way. Joe's face was red from embarrassment.
"Why didn't you tell me that he was coming?" Joe demanded in an unhappy tone.
"Dad told me not to." Frank laughed as he went to inform his Dad about Smith's arrival. Joe followed behind his heels, too embarrassed to head downstairs.
Frank knocked on the door and opened. "Dad, Smith's here."
"Alright, Let's head down." His two other sons followed from behind.
"Mr. Fernandez, I'm sorry to take your time. These are my sons, Frank and Joe. We're here to help you out as much as we can." Fenton said as he directed Smith to the dining table.
"I should be sorry for bothering you. You can call me Joaquin. I'm not exactly sure what happened yesterday. Amos, that is the drummer that was killed, was extremely close to me. I'm deeply saddened by his death. I'm not sure why anyone would kill him. He wouldn't even hurt a fly." Smith said as tears welled in his eyes.
Frank felt sorry for him. "Mr. Fer-. I mean Joaquin. We will do our best to nab the murderer. Right now, we need to gather as much information to cover up the gaps."
Joe was silent the whole way through. He was still embarrassed from the earlier incident. The next fifteen minutes was spent questioning Smith about Amos. They had not gathered much information. Amos had no enemies.
"Alright, thanks for your help. I got to head back to the hotel for a press conference. Please excuse me." Smith informed them as soon as they had finished asking him questions.
"I'll lead you out." Joe said.
Smith was chuckling as soon as Joe spoke. "You're dressed up well."
Joe blushed but tried not to reveal it. He led Smith to the door.
"Thanks for helping." Smith said as he headed to his car.
Joe was about to shut the door when he saw a van screeched to a stop in front of Smith. Soon, he saw some men emerging in mask and dragged Smith into the van. Joe shouted and ran up to the van to stop the man. Instead, he felt them beating him up. He tried to fend them off but they were too strong. Finally, someone pressed something against his neck and he slumped unconscious. The van drove off leaving Fenton and Frank shouting from the house.
Meanwhile, Fenton was in the study room contacting Chief Collig for details on the earlier murder case. Right now, all they could get were just a big looped hole. How could anyone get stabbed in the middle of a performance with the whole 20000 crowd of people watching?
"Fenton, I think Smith wants to speak to you." Chief Collig interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't think it's convenient to talk over the phone. Why not we arranged another day where he's available. He can come over to my house. We have three brains here." Fenton suggested.
"Alright, give me a minute." Chief Collig told him.
Fenton heard murmurs followed by a quick discussion.
"He says he will drop by your house alone at twelve noon tomorrow." Chief Collig informed him.
"Agreed. Be punctual and make sure no one follows." Fenton said before he hung up the phone. Joe will be ecstatic if he knows about this. Fenton chuckled to himself. His younger son had always been a fan of Smith since he was eight. He decided not to inform Joe about this to avoid over anticipation.
Fenton walked up to Frank's room and quietly knocked on his door.
"Come in." Frank's voice answered from behind the door.
As Fenton entered, he quietly shut the door.
"Frank, Smith's coming over tomorrow so we could discuss the case. I want the two of you with me when he's here. Could you do me a favor and keep this from Joe temporary until tomorrow." Fenton pleaded with his eldest son.
Frank nodded his head. He knew how Joe could behave if he ever finds this out early.
"Rest early. He's coming over at twelve. Night, son." Fenton left the room.
Frank's mind was filled with thoughts about the case as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning
At 11.50am, Frank pounded on Joe's door.
"Wake up Joe! We have a guest coming at twelve." Frank shouted. He heard some shifting followed by groaning.
"It's a Sunday morning for goodness sake. The guest can do without me." Joe grumbled from his sleep.
"Alright, you can sleep through the day. I don't care. But I'm not sure if Dad cares." Frank threatened Joe.
"Fine! Give me a minute" Joe said as he pushed himself out of his bed.
Joe's six-foot frame soon emerged from the door. His hair was tousled. He did not look so happy. He was dressed in boxers.
"I wished Vanessa was here to see this." Frank laughed as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Give me a break." Joe said as he headed down to the kitchen preparing to look for food.
Frank felt disgusted. "Can't you at least brush your teeth?"
Joe was too busy ransacking the refrigerator to answer his brother. He cursed upon looking at the contents. There wasn't any food available. There was a plate of leftovers, which seemed to be decomposing. Just as he was about to head back to his room, he heard the doorbell ring.
Joe shouted to his brother from behind the refrigerator. "Frank, could you answer that? I'm busy at the moment."
As Joe ascended the stairs, he heard the door opened. The guest must have arrived. Curious, he turned. To his horror, he saw Smith standing there and he was staring directly at him. Joe gasped and quickly headed to his room for a change of clothes. He ignored the laughter from below.
"Sorry about that Smith. That was my younger brother. He's a great fan of yours. Dad is in his room at the moment. I'll get him." Frank said in an apologetic tone.
"Sure, take your time. Please don't call me Smith. That's my nickname in the entertainment industry. My real name's Joaquin Fernandez. You can call me Joaquin." Smith said as he chuckled to himself.
Frank headed up to his Dad's room and bumped into Joe along the way. Joe's face was red from embarrassment.
"Why didn't you tell me that he was coming?" Joe demanded in an unhappy tone.
"Dad told me not to." Frank laughed as he went to inform his Dad about Smith's arrival. Joe followed behind his heels, too embarrassed to head downstairs.
Frank knocked on the door and opened. "Dad, Smith's here."
"Alright, Let's head down." His two other sons followed from behind.
"Mr. Fernandez, I'm sorry to take your time. These are my sons, Frank and Joe. We're here to help you out as much as we can." Fenton said as he directed Smith to the dining table.
"I should be sorry for bothering you. You can call me Joaquin. I'm not exactly sure what happened yesterday. Amos, that is the drummer that was killed, was extremely close to me. I'm deeply saddened by his death. I'm not sure why anyone would kill him. He wouldn't even hurt a fly." Smith said as tears welled in his eyes.
Frank felt sorry for him. "Mr. Fer-. I mean Joaquin. We will do our best to nab the murderer. Right now, we need to gather as much information to cover up the gaps."
Joe was silent the whole way through. He was still embarrassed from the earlier incident. The next fifteen minutes was spent questioning Smith about Amos. They had not gathered much information. Amos had no enemies.
"Alright, thanks for your help. I got to head back to the hotel for a press conference. Please excuse me." Smith informed them as soon as they had finished asking him questions.
"I'll lead you out." Joe said.
Smith was chuckling as soon as Joe spoke. "You're dressed up well."
Joe blushed but tried not to reveal it. He led Smith to the door.
"Thanks for helping." Smith said as he headed to his car.
Joe was about to shut the door when he saw a van screeched to a stop in front of Smith. Soon, he saw some men emerging in mask and dragged Smith into the van. Joe shouted and ran up to the van to stop the man. Instead, he felt them beating him up. He tried to fend them off but they were too strong. Finally, someone pressed something against his neck and he slumped unconscious. The van drove off leaving Fenton and Frank shouting from the house.