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Clue

Chapter III- Mr. Green

10:51 AM Eppes Residence

"Another one, David! When was it?" Terry asked rubbing her eyes in frustration, trying to take that David told her that there was another murder.

"The ME says about midnight, last night."

"I'll be there soon, what's the address?" Terry said holding her phone with her shoulder while she got her notebook.

"117 Tom Wilkinson Rd."

Terry wrote the address down and hung up. By then, Charlie and Don were awake, and Don was standing in the door.

"There's been another one?"

"Yeah."

"Let me get dressed," Don said realizing that he was still wearing what he put on in the hospital.

"You're staying here," Terry said getting out of bed, wearing Don's mother's old silk pajamas.

"I'll be fine; it doesn't hurt that much this morning."

Terry was quiet, wanting him to come, but knowing he probably wasn't ready to be back. Don left and Terry quickly dressed and went downstairs.

Charlie was working on his computer, Alan was working in the kitchen, and Don was slowly making his way down the steps behind her.

"You ready?" Don asked getting to the bottom of the steps.

"Yeah, I'll drive."

Terry and Don got to the door when Alan stopped them.

"I know you're not leaving Don," Alan yelled from the kitchen.

"I have to dad, there's been another murder."

"I don't think so," Alan said coming out of the kitchen.

Charlie looked up at Don who was perturbed.

"Don, you were just injured by a car explosion," Charlie said closing his laptop.

"I'll be alright."

Alan walked over to Don.

"Why are you involved in this? This doesn't seem like a federal case."

Don was quiet for a moment knowing his dad would be extra worried if he knew that the killer had left a note for him.

"I can't tell you," Don said with his hand on the door knob.

"You can't or you won't?"

"I won't," Don said opening the door. "I really have to go. I have some pain pills with me just in case," Don said patting the back pocket of his jeans.

"I expect to see you tonight for dinner."

"I'll be here," Don said leaving.

"Thank you for everything Mr. Eppes," Terry said as she followed Don out of the door.

Don was waiting for her on the sidewalk.

"Terry, where's my gun?"

Terry hesitated for a moment then pulled a gun and holster from her back. She handed it to Don with hesitation since he was still on pain meds.

"Don't worry, I won't shoot it," Don said smiling and clipping the gun to his side.

11:31 AM 117 Tom Wilkinson Rd

Terry parked the suburban in front of the house. Due to the heat, Don and Terry rolled up their sleeves when they got out. They walked to the front door, where they met David.

"How ya feeling Don?" David asked lifting the crime scene tape.

"I'm okay," Don said entering the house. "Has the body been moved yet?"

"Not yet, we're waiting for you," David said leading them down to the basement.

The air in the basement was stale and damp. There were numerous people doing their job such as taking photos, collecting evidence, and examining the body.

The green felt on the pool table was stained with dark blood. David handed Don a bag that had a Mr. Green card.

"Was there a note?" Don asked looking at the body.

"Yeah, we just found it and the card said Mr. Green," David said while handing Don another bag with a white piece of paper in it.

The note was addressed to Don. Don turned the note over and read the message 'Just beginning. How's your back? '. Don handed the note to Terry who read it.

"Get this down to the lab right away," Don said leaving.

Terry and David were not far behind.

12:13 PM FBI

Don was standing in front of the board with the 'Clue' characters on it. He took the marker and put a line through Mr. Green, lead pipe, and billards room. Terry and David were sitting at their desk going through evidence.

"What do we know about the latest victim?" Don said moving to a map that was hanging on the wall.

"The vic was Michael Palmer. He was a young, single, high school math teacher with nothing in common with the first vic," David read from a file.

"Where did he teach?"

"Northern High, it's about five minutes from the vic's house."

"We should go talk to the principal," Don said walking to David and Terry.

"Should we call Charlie to find relationships between the vics?" Terry asked getting out of her chair.

Don looked at his watch.

"No, he has classes this afternoon."

1:02 PM Northern High School

After a quick lunch, the agents went to Northern High. They were greeted by the principal, and went to his office to talk. Don stood behind Terry as he questioned the principal.

"How well did you know Michael Palmer?" Don asked.

"I guess I knew him well, not best buddies, but not complete stranger."

Terry watched the principal's reactions to Don's questions.

"Why don't you have a seat Agent Eppes," the principal said motioning to a third chair in the corner.

"I'm fine thank you. Were there any complaints against Mr. Palmer?"

"None that I know of, students generally like him."

"What did he teach?" Terry asked.

"AP Calculus, both AB and BC." Seeing the agents' confusion he added, "They're different levels of calculus, BC being the hardest. I can take you to his class if you would like, it's his planning period now, so there shouldn't be students in his room."

1:15 PM Room H-27

"There's nothing here," David said closing a desk drawer. "This guy had no complaints or anything."

A young girl opened the door and walked in while the agents were searching the room.

"Oh, um, is Ms. Browning here?"

"Uh no, who is she?" Don asked walking towards the girl.

"She's the sub," the girl said shifting her backpack to the other shoulder. "Who are you?"

"I'm Special Agent Don Eppes, FBI," Don said flashing his badge. "Do you know what happened to Mr. Palmer?"

"Yeah, I heard."

"Was he a good teacher?"

"The best, he made class fun, I don't think that there are many people failing his class."

"Thank you…"

"Sarah Dean."

"Thank you Ms. Dean."

Don motioned for Terry and David to follow him as he left.

6:49 PM FBI

The rest of the afternoon was a waste. The evidence was clean; there were no prints on anything. The pipe was an ordinary pipe that could be bought at millions of home supply shops. The paper and ink were the same from the last note.

Don was sitting in his chair with his feet on his desk, staring at the ceiling. Terry could tell that his back was hurting from the way his was leaning slightly on his side.

"This guy knows how we work," Don said taking a sip of coffee. "How did he get into the house?"

"We don't know; the doors and windows are locked when we got there," David said stirring his coffee.

"We need to get Charlie on this, these people seem to be chosen only for their relationship to the 'Clue' characters," Terry said walking over to Don.

"Yeah, I can ask him at dinner. Terry, could you take me back to my dad's house?"

"Yeah sure," Terry said grabbing her things.

7:10 Antigua Rd

It was evident that Don was in pain because he was holding his back off of the seat, and every bump in the road made him cringe.

"Are you okay Don?" Terry asked looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay. At least I'll be okay until I get home, we're almost there anyways. Would you like to stay for dinner?" Don said trying to hide the pain.

Terry parked the Suburban in the driveway.

"I think I could spare some time."

Don and Terry walked up to the front door.

"If you want, you can drive my truck until your car is fixed. You would have to be my chauffeur though," Don said smiling and opening the door.

"I could live with that," Terry said going in.

Eppes Residence

Alan was in the kitchen and Charlie was working on the couch.

"Hey Don," Charlie said looking up from his work.

"Hey," Don said ruffling his brother's hair on the way to the kitchen.

Alan was busy chopping when Don and Terry came in. Don immediately went to a cabinet and got a glass out. He got some water and took a pain pill. Alan was surprised because Don never showed that he was hurting.

"You okay Donny?"

"It's been a long day," Don said going to the living room.

"Hello Terry, would you like to stay for dinner?" Alan asked.

"If it is okay with you."

"Of course it is. I take it Don is hurting?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't take any of his medicine at the office."

"Figures. Normally he tries to hide the pain until everyone goes away," Alan said under his breath.

Terry went to the living room to find Don sitting next to Charlie. She only caught bits of their conversation as she walked to the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'll help you Don. What exactly do you need?"

Terry came back out and sat next to Don. Alan came out carrying a large pan.

"I hope you all wanted chicken tonight."

8:56 PM Eppes Residence

"I'd love to stay Mr.Eppes, but I have to get back to my place," Terry said walking to the door.

"It's a shame you can't stay longer," Alan said walking with her. "Do you have a way home?"

Don and Charlie were following close behind.

"Yes, Don is letting me borrow his truck until they fix my car. Thank you for dinner Mr.Eppes."

Don walked Terry out to his truck.

"You need to get some rest tonight," Terry said pointing her finger at Don.

"I'll have to see what I can do," Don said smiling.

"I have a feeling that this guy is going to strike tonight."

Terry got into the truck and started the engine.

"I hope not, but if he does, call me. Oh, Charlie said he would help us find relationships between the victims."

"He's going to have to work fast," Terry said shutting the door.

2:33 AM Unknown Residence

There was a small light coming from the ballroom in the dark mansion. A striking young lady was dancing in her pajamas, her deep red bathrobe twirling behind her. The young lady was counting softly to the light music coming from the stereo.

The dark figure carrying a revolver crept up behind the young woman. The young lady turned to face the figure. A slight flare came out of the muzzle followed by a red hot bullet hurdling towards the young lady. The bullet hit her and she fell to the ground, her brown hair spilling over the floor. The sound of the gun echoed throughout the massive mansion.

The figure wiped the gun clean, and placed it next to the lady's body. The figure took out a card and a piece of paper and laid them on the woman's chest.

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