-I am really pissed right now at my one reviewer for last chapter, and by the fact that I only got one review. Firstly, to my reviewer: you are such a moron! I said that I wasn�t freaking out that I didn�t get any reviews, I just wanted to know if anyone was reading my story! Apparently no one is, but since this will be the last chapter, I�m finishing it. Anyways, to my stupid reviewer: I�ve never gotten a lot of reviews, and the story that I think is my very best received only 9 reviews. I didn�t complain. So you can shut up until you know what you�re talking about.-
The sun was starting to set on the School of Rock mansion, and Claire was getting ready to present her theory to her boss and co workers. She had set up an easel and placed pictures on it, and even had a pointer. But before presenting any information, she poured everyone a cup of water.
Then she took her pointer and pointed to her first picture, which showed the scene of all the members of School of Rock dead on the living room floor.
�If you look at this picture, you�ll see that everyone is holding their cup,� Claire said, pointing to the cups in the picture, �And they�re all holding their cups the same way, which means that someone must have placed the cups in their hands. By that someone I mean the killer.�
�But,� said a back up detective named Jill, �If it were a mass suicide then they�d all be holding their cups the same way as like, a motif or something.�
�That�s a good point. But look at your cups that I gave you. None of you are holding them anymore, you put them down on the table or threw them away.�
Jill spoke up again. �If it were a mass suicide they would all just keep their cups and lay down and die. So both of the stories have validity. We need evidence to prove that one story is true.�
Claire frowned. She was still convinced that the band had not committed suicide. Why would Zack kill himself just as he was about to leave? Why would Katie kill herself when she was about to seriously start working on songwriting? Claire was convinced that there was some piece to the puzzle that she was missing, something that was just beyond her reach.
Her boss cut into her thoughts. �Hey Claire, you better come up with some solution and quick, I don�t wanna be here all night.�
She needed something now. Some bit of evidence that would prove her theory to be true. But what could she use? There was nothing found in the rooms that could be used to prove her theory. There were only two things found in the living room, the note and...
�The cups!� Claire yelled aloud, surprising everybody. �What?� her boss barked.
�The cups! We still have them, right?�
Jill nodded her head and Claire continued speaking. �The cups can be tested for fingerprints. If my theory is correct, there will be two pairs of fingerprints on each cup, plus an extra pair for the killer. If the other theory is correct, then there will be only one pair of fingerprints.�
�What if the killer, if there is one, used gloves?� asked one back up detective.
�Then we don�t know who the killer is. But we do know that the School of Rock was killed. Now, I want those cups sent to the lab immediately!�
The back up detectives filed out of the room, as did Claire�s boss. Claire was tired, but hungry, so she left the house and got into her car. She stopped at a Mc Donald�s and got some Chicken Mc Nuggets, and then went to a news stand and got a news paper.
There was an article on the front page about the School of Rock deaths. So far, the only thing the new knew about the deaths was that they had happened and that an investigation was underway. Luckily, when the paparazzi finally did find out all the details, Claire wouldn�t have to give them. That would be the job of a publicist.
Claire ate her food on the way back to the mansion, and then she slept on the couch for the second night in a row.
In the morning, she woke up and took a shower, then went to find her back up detectives. They were all in the huge dining room, talking avidly. Jill was holding an envelope. When they saw Claire, everyone quieted down. �The results are back,� Jill said, �We wanted to let you open the envelope.�
Jill handed Claire the envelope. Claire�s hands shook as she opened it and pulled out one sheet of paper. She read it aloud to the group.
�Two pairs of fingerprints were found on every cup! Aha, you were wrong, and I was right!�
�We still don�t know who the killer is,� Jill commented, �Keep reading.�
�Two pairs of fingerprints were found on every cup except one. The one had only one set of fingerprints. The prints on the cup matched with those of Summer Hathaway.�
Claire was shocked that it was Summer. But she overcame it and called her boss, telling him the good news about solving the case. He was happy for her, and told her that she could go home now, that the back ups would tie up all the loose ends.
She took one last look around the School of Rock mansion, and then gathered the few things she had brought and put them in her car. Claire drove back into the city, back to her normal life where she didn�t have to find out how dead rock stars had died.
Her apartment was just as she�d left it. She put a School of Rock CD in her stereo and sat down on her couch. �So I guess that�s it,� se said to herself.
-I know this chapter was short, and that the ending wasn�t all that great, but please tell me if you liked it or not!-