They turned around to find Diane screaming. "What's the matter?" Jason asked.
"That is my boyfriend, Jake O'Connell, the one that I was telling Jill and Joy about" Diane answered.
"Oh ya, we remember him. You told us everything that he told you about him." Jill said.
"That's right, I did. We would have been going out for almost three years." And she started crying.
Joy and Jill tried to calm her down but she kept on crying. Lance, Andrew and Jason were whispering to each other. When they were done, they told them they had a plan.
Andrew started to tell them the plan. He said, "We have to go after the person who killed him."
"And how are you going to do that? We don't have any clue to get us started and, any ways, if we all go, we all will be taking risks if we go."
Lance continued for Andrew "Yes we do have clues and no were not taking risks."
"O.K, so were are the clues and we are to risks, great risks." Jill said
"Are not" Jason said.
"Are to" Joy answered back.
"Are not"
"Are to"
"Are not"
"Are…" Before Joy could continue, Andrew came between them and said "Enough. We are too taking great risks, dangerous risks."
Everyone was quiet then Andrew spoke again; " We found some clues in the truck when you guys were trying to calm Diane down. We all meet at my house at? What time is it?"
"It's 5:00 PM," Jill said.
"O.K. we meet at my at 5:30 sharp."
"O.K," everyone said.
"Great, see you guys at 5:30."

At 5:30 sharp everyone was there, except for Jill, at 6:00, she's still not there. Then at 7:00, she came. When she walked in, they had already started.
"You're late." Andrew said.
"Better late then never I always say." Jill said.
"We started about," he stopped and glanced at the clock, "about an hour ago."
"Sorry that I was late. I had to clean my room before I could go anywhere. It looked like a hurricane hit it."
"Anyway where were we before we were interrupted?" he looks at Diane.
"You were going to show us the clues"
"Oh yeah I remember now. Here are the clues." He brought out all the clues. There was the note, the murder weapon and a piece of the person's clothing.
"Joy, did you bring the detective kit?"
"Yes, I did and it has everything we need."
"Well, where is it?"
"It's… in your room Andrew…um… I will go get it" Joy went up to Andrew's room to get it.

Ten minutes later, Joy was still up in Andrews's room.
"Joy, hurry up! You're as slow as molasses in January." Andrew yelled at Joy.
There was no answer. Andrew went up to his room and found Joy on his bed with his pillow over her face she was still breathing, but her breathing was shallow.
When Joy was conscious Andrew asked her if she was O.K. Joy nodded her head yes, that she was fine, then she said to give her a couple of minutes then she should be breathing normally again.
"O.K," Andrew said. He stayed with her for a couple of minutes. She was a lot better than she was a couple of minutes ago. Joy went to get her backpack when Andrew asked, "what happened?"
" I don't know I came up here to get my backpack when someone grabbed me from behind. He put his hand over my mouth and told me to keep quit or other wise he would kill me. When he was certain I was going to keep quite he removed his hand, but when he saw I was about to scream he put his hand over my mouth again and brought me over to your bed" she said to Andrew "and put the pillow over my face before I could scream and put his weight on so I couldn't move his hands. He stopped when he heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and left, but I don't know where he went."
"Looks like he went through the window. Well lets go before the others get the wrong idea."
As they were walking down stairs Joy took the kit and went out to the living room.
"What took you guys so long?" Lance said.
"Joy couldn't find the kit," Andrew answered.
Andrew didn't want to tell them what really happened because, if he did, they would keep asking Joy if she was O.K. and ask her a lot of questions and he didn't want that.
"Joy couldn't find the kit. Yeah, right. Like she couldn't find it. The last time I saw it, Joy put it in her backpack," Jill said.
"O.K, it wasn't the kit. It was something else, but, if I did tell you, you will be asking a lot of questions and I'm sure she doesn't want that," Andrew said,
"What was it then?" Jason asked.
"Nothing. I'll tell you guys after we catch the murder." Andrew answered.
"O.K." everyone said.
Joy opened the kit and, right there on top of all the stuff, was the picture of her old boyfriend, Mike Stine and her self. She knew mostly everything about him before he died in the car crash.

Andrew looked over her shoulder and saw that it was her old boyfriend, before she started going out with him. He put his hand on her shoulder, and said, " I'm sorry that Mike died. You must have loved him very much."
Joy nodded her head. Everyone was quite. Diane broke the silence.
"Can we please continue with that we were doing before?" she said.
"Sorry it's been over two years since his death," Joy said.
"First, let's figure out where he might be hiding. Any ideas?" Jason asked.
"Murders and robbers always hideout in abounded places," Jill answered.
"I know. How about that haunted house on top of the hill?" Lance suggested.
"That's a great idea. How about tomorrow morning at 10:00 am?" Andrew said.
"O.K," everyone said, except for Diane.
"Why aren't you agreeing with us?" Andrew said.
"You guys haven't heard the story about it, have you?" she said.
"Yes, we did. Didn't we, guys?" Andrew said.
Everybody nodded his or her heads.
"So then, are you guys still going even when you've heard the story?" she said.
"Because we don't believe it," Lance said.
"You guys don't believe it," Diane said surprised.
"No, we didn't," Jill said.
"Well, just wait until you guys get in and wait for an hour or two. Then you'll change your minds." Diane said.
"We will not change our minds, you'll see," Joy said.
"O.K. See you guys tomorrow at 10:00 in the morning. I'm going home and going to bed. Goodnight." Diane said.
"Yes. You should go to bed. Actually, we all should go home and go to bed. See you guys tomorrow morning at 10:00 sharp," Andrew said.

That morning at 10:00 sharp, everyone was there, even Jill and Diane.
"So you did come Diane?" Andrew said.
"Yes I did come," she said.
"Well, let's get going everybody."
It took ten minutes to get to the haunted house. The paint was faded away, the windows were broken and boarded, the door was off its hinges and it was about a hundred years old. "Who's going in first?" Lance asked.
"You should. You suggested it, so you should go first," Joy answered.
"Yes, I did suggest it, but it doesn't mean I have to go first. Does it?" he said.
"Yes, it does. So, are you ready to go in yet?" Joy asked.
"No, I'm not ready yet. Can you guys give me a minute?" he said.
"No, you may not have a minute. You have to go now," Joy said.
"O.K. I'm going," Lance said.
Lance stepped on the first step and it creaked. And then he took the second step and it creaked as well and then the third and then the fourth. He stepped on the porch and headed to where the door used to be and looked inside.
"What do you see?" Jill said.
"I see nothing except for the dust and cobwebs, but other then that, nothing."
"I-i-i-is i-i-it s-s-safe," Diane stuttered.
"Yes, it's safe. You guys can come in. it's not like something is going to jump on you."
So they went in. First Andrew, then Joy, Jason, Jill, and Diane came in last. They looked around and found nothing. Then Diane stopped and said "D-d-did you guys h-hear s-s-something?"
"No, I heard nothing, Did you guys hear anything?" Jason asked. They shook their heads no. " See, we heard nothing. It was just your imagination."
"N-n-no, i-i-it wasn't. I-i-it sounded l-l-like f-f-footsteps."
"Hello, Joy. You look lovely since the last time I saw you. How is your mother and the rest of your family?" said the voice gently behind them.