Chapter 2:
"It's not real blood." Nick recited partially glad.
"What do you mean it's not real? What is it then?" Catherine questioned a little confused.
"Well it is real blood, just not Timothy's. Its more like… oh say, pigs blood?" Nick let out a soft snicker turning to look at Greg who had just made a loud entrance by tripping over a chair while trying to balance a permanent marker on his forehead. "I thought you didn't want to come?"
"Oh. Well I didn't but while I was hiding in the kitchen I overheard you saying it was pigs blood and for some reason all of the icky feelings in my tummy went away."
Catherine gave him a questioning look and then turned back to Nick. "That's nice Greg. Nick? What do you mean pigs blood? What does this mean?"
"It means that we are going to need to find something else to back up this case, like some other kind of evidence." Nick said, standing up.
"Well someone will need to tell the mom and interrogate her some more, and it probably shouldn't be me." Catherine winced at the thought.
Still trying to balance the permanent marker Greg managed to get out some words. "Oh? And why is that?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't think she liked me…" Catherine's body drooped a little as she said this.
"That's fine! I'll do it!" Greg practically screamed whipping up his head causing the marker to go straight across the room, smacking Nick between the eyes.
"OW! A little over excited there Greg?" Nick said tenderly rubbing the red indent on his forehead.
"Oh…sorry, I'm dying to do something around here. You should probably send Sara in with me… you know…just in case I mess up or something…oh and can I have my marker back?
