2. chapter: The interrogation
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I don't know how it happened but for some reason I could only accept reviews from signed users but now I changded it so everybody can review, which I hope you do. Nicole Burton, thanks for your help though you won't read this! And I also want to thank my english teacher and my best friend Maria. Without them this story wouldn't be here, thank you! --------------------------------------------------------- '19 years old Sarah Cline was murdered in the nightclub Nightlifefanclub last night. She had been strangeled, the police has no evidents yet but is working on it. One of her friends found her dead on the woman's toilet. Sarah was William and Rose Cline's daugther but William Cline is the director of the Needle-eye factory which produces the most of the Bayport police's equipment.'
The Hardy family was listening to the morningnews on the radio. Joe had a headache after the night.
'Who would do such a thing?'Lauren Hardy asked terrified.
'There are many who would such a thing, I'm afraid'Fenton Hardy answered.
'There's nothing left in this world but criminals' Gertrude said and frowned.
'Really? Am I a criminal? Is dad a criminal? Or Frank? OR YOU?!'Joe asked and grinned.
-'Don't give me that, young man. You're lucky it wasn't you instead of that girl.'his aunt answered.
The doorbell rang.
'I'll get it' Mrs. Hardy said went out of the kitchen to open the doors. It was Frank. He lived in an apartment downtown. His parents didn't think it was good for Joe to move out before he learned to control his drinking and out-goings.
'Hey there, everyone! Joe, you OK?' Frank asked his brother.
Joe nodded. 'Yeah, sure.'
-'Colling was going to come by and ask you some questions, do you mind?' Frank said.
-'Don't give a shit. I can't remember anything, anyway'Joe said 'God, I was so drunk..'
-'It happens' Fenton said and frowned behind the newspaper. He was not happy about his son's hobbies.
The doorbell rang again.
'I'll get it mum, probably Colling' Frank said.
He was right.
'Good morning!'Colling said as he entered the kitchen.
-'Morning, Colling. Coffee?'Mrs. Hardy asked.
-'Yes, please.'
'You don't have anything at all?' Fenton asked.
Colling knew what he meant. 'Nothing, no fingerprints or anything.'
-'Need help?' Fenton asked.
-'Maybe, I'll let you know' Colling said,' you didn't noticed anything, Frank?'
'No' Frank answered.
'Well then. Joe, I have a couple of questions for you, is that OK?' Colling turned to Joe.
Joe nodded. 'Shoot'
Colling took a pen and a paperblock from his pocket.
'When did you came there?'
-'About 8:30'Joe answered.
-'How was the feeling in there then?'
-'Pretty wild.'
-'Were there any fights?'
-'I don't think so but I'm not sure.'
-'You're not sure? Well, what were you doing?'
-'I was dancing and drinking and acting like crazy.'
-'All the time?'
-'No, I took a few breaks and went to the bar to talk to Tony. Hey, I'm not suspected, am I?' Joe asked nervously.
Colling smiled. 'Of course not. Something else?'
-'I met a very nice girl, we talked and I offered her a drink.'
-'Her name was.?'
-'I don't know Colling. Old times are over, we don't walk to them, bend over, ask their names and ask them ti dance. You just don't do that.'
-'Ok, ok, describe her, please.'
-'I think she was dark haired, she had long, beautiful legs and green.or were they brown?-eyes.'
Colling stopped writing. 'Er, Joe, I think you're describing your last girlfriend. What was her name again, Vanessa?'
-'You're right' Joe said embarrassed.
-'What did you and this girl do then?'
-'There are a few bedrooms upstairs, we went there. Want details?'
'NO, WE DON'T!' Fenton shouted,' That's quite enough for me.'
Frank, Lauren and Gertrude all nodded, obviously agree.
'No, thanks Joe. But you heard any fights or argues there?' Colling asked.
Joe thought for a moment. 'I was a little too "busy" to notice that.'
Frank frowned 'Stop it, Joe. Honestly.I need to puke.' ---------------------------------------------------------------- This is very boring and unexciting, I know. But I promise I'll bring some action in it very soon. I have decided to keep a little rule. I will not update until I 've had at least 2 reviews and I have already written a few chapters so if someone like this I can update everyday but if nobody likes it I'll probably remove it so you MUST review(I don't care about flames). ----------------------------------------------------------------
I don't know how it happened but for some reason I could only accept reviews from signed users but now I changded it so everybody can review, which I hope you do. Nicole Burton, thanks for your help though you won't read this! And I also want to thank my english teacher and my best friend Maria. Without them this story wouldn't be here, thank you! --------------------------------------------------------- '19 years old Sarah Cline was murdered in the nightclub Nightlifefanclub last night. She had been strangeled, the police has no evidents yet but is working on it. One of her friends found her dead on the woman's toilet. Sarah was William and Rose Cline's daugther but William Cline is the director of the Needle-eye factory which produces the most of the Bayport police's equipment.'
The Hardy family was listening to the morningnews on the radio. Joe had a headache after the night.
'Who would do such a thing?'Lauren Hardy asked terrified.
'There are many who would such a thing, I'm afraid'Fenton Hardy answered.
'There's nothing left in this world but criminals' Gertrude said and frowned.
'Really? Am I a criminal? Is dad a criminal? Or Frank? OR YOU?!'Joe asked and grinned.
-'Don't give me that, young man. You're lucky it wasn't you instead of that girl.'his aunt answered.
The doorbell rang.
'I'll get it' Mrs. Hardy said went out of the kitchen to open the doors. It was Frank. He lived in an apartment downtown. His parents didn't think it was good for Joe to move out before he learned to control his drinking and out-goings.
'Hey there, everyone! Joe, you OK?' Frank asked his brother.
Joe nodded. 'Yeah, sure.'
-'Colling was going to come by and ask you some questions, do you mind?' Frank said.
-'Don't give a shit. I can't remember anything, anyway'Joe said 'God, I was so drunk..'
-'It happens' Fenton said and frowned behind the newspaper. He was not happy about his son's hobbies.
The doorbell rang again.
'I'll get it mum, probably Colling' Frank said.
He was right.
'Good morning!'Colling said as he entered the kitchen.
-'Morning, Colling. Coffee?'Mrs. Hardy asked.
-'Yes, please.'
'You don't have anything at all?' Fenton asked.
Colling knew what he meant. 'Nothing, no fingerprints or anything.'
-'Need help?' Fenton asked.
-'Maybe, I'll let you know' Colling said,' you didn't noticed anything, Frank?'
'No' Frank answered.
'Well then. Joe, I have a couple of questions for you, is that OK?' Colling turned to Joe.
Joe nodded. 'Shoot'
Colling took a pen and a paperblock from his pocket.
'When did you came there?'
-'About 8:30'Joe answered.
-'How was the feeling in there then?'
-'Pretty wild.'
-'Were there any fights?'
-'I don't think so but I'm not sure.'
-'You're not sure? Well, what were you doing?'
-'I was dancing and drinking and acting like crazy.'
-'All the time?'
-'No, I took a few breaks and went to the bar to talk to Tony. Hey, I'm not suspected, am I?' Joe asked nervously.
Colling smiled. 'Of course not. Something else?'
-'I met a very nice girl, we talked and I offered her a drink.'
-'Her name was.?'
-'I don't know Colling. Old times are over, we don't walk to them, bend over, ask their names and ask them ti dance. You just don't do that.'
-'Ok, ok, describe her, please.'
-'I think she was dark haired, she had long, beautiful legs and green.or were they brown?-eyes.'
Colling stopped writing. 'Er, Joe, I think you're describing your last girlfriend. What was her name again, Vanessa?'
-'You're right' Joe said embarrassed.
-'What did you and this girl do then?'
-'There are a few bedrooms upstairs, we went there. Want details?'
'NO, WE DON'T!' Fenton shouted,' That's quite enough for me.'
Frank, Lauren and Gertrude all nodded, obviously agree.
'No, thanks Joe. But you heard any fights or argues there?' Colling asked.
Joe thought for a moment. 'I was a little too "busy" to notice that.'
Frank frowned 'Stop it, Joe. Honestly.I need to puke.' ---------------------------------------------------------------- This is very boring and unexciting, I know. But I promise I'll bring some action in it very soon. I have decided to keep a little rule. I will not update until I 've had at least 2 reviews and I have already written a few chapters so if someone like this I can update everyday but if nobody likes it I'll probably remove it so you MUST review(I don't care about flames). ----------------------------------------------------------------