a/n: Woo, just got back from spring break vacation! Glad to see feedback here. I'll be involving my characters more here. Just read it, dang you. :)

10:46 a.m. (Tommy's view)

When we got to the funeral home, some random guy over the P.A. said, "Due to circumstances beyond our control, the funeral of Charlotte Pickles has been delayed. Please proceed to the chapel where we will instead have a short memorial service. Thank you." I thought...hm...had the body been moved? What was happening anyway? Dil thinks that "they" (aliens) moved the body. I asked Mom, "Can I borrow your cell phone for a sec?" I walked outside. Come on Phil, pick up the phone. I know you're on break. Finally! "Hello?"

"Phil? It's Tommy."

"Dude, what happened? Did you see the corpse?"

"Never mind that. I need you to tell Lil, Kimi, Chuckie, Trisha, and Zach to meet me at the Java Lava this afternoon right after school."

"Tommy, you didn't answer my question."

"Phil, the body's been moved. Mom, Dil, and Angelica are sitting in a memorial service instead."

"Fine. You wanna talk to Lil?"

"I can't. Mom's getting suspicious, probably."

"OK, Tommy. See you this afternoon."

"Bye."

I hung up and went inside.

3:12 p.m. (Trisha's view)

Murder, he said. Tommy was convinced that we are handling a case of murder. My mother wanted to call a private detective. I stopped her. I decided to help the rest of the gang with this. I'm pretty good at detective stuff. We came up with a list of the suspects. First, there was Chazz. Angelica had a history of following Chuckie everywhere, so Chazz could've killed Charlotte out of anger. Bad motive. Next, there was Drew. He could've killed her and collected life insurance. Betty or Howard could've done it, but neither of them had a motive. Kimi had an excellent point. We must suspect everyone. Then she looked at Phil. I guess she assumed that he would become a modern Sherlock Holmes and solve the case within a few days. We finally made a decision. On Saturday, we would sneak out and get into Charlotte's work building. Maybe we'd find clues at her desk. Today was Tuesday. I promised to work on our plans with Kimi and Lil later. After, of course, our overly loud jam session.

Saturday, 9:30 a.m. (Kimi's view)

Trisha was brilliant. Phil, on the other hand, had a hard time grasping the whole concept. We all were to get past security by saying that our moms told us to wait in there. (That part was apparently devised by Trisha's brother Zach.) Next, we'd sneak into her office and look. We were outside. Security was on break. This is too easy. The seven of us ran inside and took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Charlotte had worked. Angelica surprised us by showing up too. It was kind of dark out in the hallway. Across the hall, there was another door. An opaque glass door. There was one light on in there. All of us watched it. Suddenly, a shadow of a man appeared. He was holding a knife. He raised it up as if about to kill someone. Then, the knife fell out of his hands as he collapsed on the floor. Then, I heard a scream. I screamed, too. Apparently, I fainted, because when I woke up, I was back home in bed. Chuckie was hovering over me. "Thank God, Kimi, you're OK."

"What happened?"

"Everyone heard the scream. Trisha fainted, too. Phil and I carried you home."

"What time is it?"

"It's time for lunch."

"Great. Are we going back there soon?"

"Mom won't let us get out of here after what happened to you. Tommy, Phil, Lil, Trisha, and Zach are going, though."

"And Angelica?"

"Too scared to go. Afraid there might be another killer."

"Thanks, Chuck."

a/n: Okie, another chapter done. I got this idea after watching an old murder mystery. I don't know why no one ever watches black and white movies anymore. Review! Like, NOW!