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Clue

Chapter V- Mrs. White

3 Lazy River Dr. 8:56 AM

The small house and its lawn were overflowing with various people from the LAPD, coroner's office, news teams, and the FBI. Don, Terry, and David were among the people packed into the house; David was talking with the coroner while Terry and Don were going over the body that was sprawled out on the kitchen floor between the stove and kitchen island.

With a gloved hand, Don picked up the note which read 'Get ready!'

"Get ready for what?" Don asked.

"He's almost done. He's about to reveal the 'killer'," Terry said reading the note over Don's shoulder.

David walked over to where the agents were standing.

"What does the note say?" David asked flipping through his notebook.

"Get ready," Don replied looking at the body.

"Vic was Frances White, a maid. She is divorced with one daughter in college. The police say that she was cooking when she was surprised, the stove was on when the police arrived," David read out of his notebook.

"Wait, which card was left?" Don asked standing up.

"Mrs. White; which may be a coincidence that they have the same name."

The agents walked around the kitchen going and Don stopped at the utensil rack.

"Something is missing over here," Don said pointing to the knife holder.

When Terry walked over and looked closely, she noticed that the biggest knife was missing.

"Yeah, the big knife is missing. Is it in the dishwasher?"

"No, LAPD checked it and it was empty and that the shelves in it were all messed up. They also found in her phone records that she made phone calls to a kitchen appliance repairman. We're guessing that's it's for someone to fix the dishwasher," David replied flipping through his notebook.

"She wasn't using the knife to cook with?"

"I don't think so."

"The killer must have taken it, but why is he now taking things?"

"He's probably planning to use it on his next victim; he's becoming bolder. He feels like his power is increasing."

10:39 AM LA FBI Field Office

"Something doesn't seem right about this one," Don said pacing the conference room.

"Yeah, she doesn't fit the pattern that Charlie found. She didn't do anything with high levels of math," Terry stated looking through the other victims' profiles.

"This is a stretch but is there someone in her family that's taken or is taking high levels of math? I'll bet that if he couldn't find someone to fit the 'requirements' perfectly, he'd have to go with what he's got."

Terry shuffled through the papers on the table and found the file on the latest victim.

"Um, ex-husband is a mechanic. Her father was in the navy, he worked in the kitchen, and her mother worked at JC Penny's. Her daughter is currently a student a Cal Sci," Terry said scanning through the file.

"What's her daughter's major?"

"Physics and she is getting ready to graduate at the end of this semester. She'll also be getting a minor in calculus."

"That definitely requires high levels of math," Don said fiddling with a rubber band. "What I don't get is why did the killer take a day off?"

"The day before yesterday was Sunday, the day of rest."

"Is this guy religious?"

"It's hard to say, some people are accustomed to Sunday being a day of rest, it depends on how he was raised. Guessing, I would have to say that he is not religious or if he is, he isn't fanatical."

"Who found her?"

"A neighbor, police statement says that she noticed that the vic hadn't left to work or gotten the paper, so she went to check on her."

"Let's go talk to the daughter."

12:37 AM Owen Hall Cal Sci

The hall was bustling with students coming from or going to their classes, several of which had stopped to stare at Don and Terry as they were making their way down the hall.

"Bring back memories?" Terry asked grinning.

"Yeah, the ones I wanted to forget."

"Oh really?" Terry asked mischievously. "Here we are," Terry pointed to room 314.

Several students were hanging outside their dorms watching the agents as they knocked on the door.

A bright cheery red-head opened the door. Her bright green eyes immediately caught the agents' attention.

Don and Terry flashed their IDs.

"Are you Clara White? I'm Terry Lake and this is Don Eppes," Terry asked putting her ID away.

"Yes, can I help you?" the young girl asked.

"May we come in?" Don asked noticing the prying eyes of students in the hall.

"Sure, come in. I was just finishing homework for my afternoon classes."

The three people filed into the tiny dorm room, which was decorated with bright rugs and bed linens. There was only enough room for a bunk bed and two desks.

"I'd ask you to sit, but there's not a lot of room in here for three people."

"I remember dorms very well," Don said looking around the room with Terry eyeing him suspiciously.

"We'd like to ask you some questions about your mother?" Terry asked getting down to business.

"My mother, is she alright?" Clara asked sitting at her desk.

"You don't know?" Don looked the girl in the eyes.

"Know what?" Clara started to panic.

"Clara, you're mother has been murdered."

Clara just stood there trying to process everything.

"What, how can that be? I was just with her Sunday doing laundry."

Don pulled out the chair to the other desk and sat in it.

"I know this is hard for you, but you need to tell us everything you remember about your visit with your mother."

"Who did this?" Clara asked trying to hold back tears.

"We don't know, but we're trying to find whoever did this. We know that this killer is going to strike again, and we need your help to find him."

"Oh my God! She was killed by the Clue Killer wasn't she? It's been all over the news!"

"Yes, but we need your help. You need to tell us everything, even if it seems minor. Did anything seem unusual?" Don pressed on.

Terry walked over to Clara and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Now that you said something, I did notice this car parked across the street."

"Do you know what kind of car it was?" Terry asked bending down to look Clara in the eye.

"Um, I think it was red, maybe a burgundy. It was a sedan."

"Do you know what model?" Don asked writing the information down.

"No, I couldn't see the details."

Clara looked like she was getting ready to fall to pieces. Terry motioned for them to leave and stood up. Don put his notepad away and stood up.

"Thank you so much for your help Clara. Here's my number if you think of anything else or need someone to talk to," Terry said handing Clara her business card.

Clara got up to show the agents out.

"Wait, what was your last name?" Clara said pointing to Don.

"Eppes, why?" Don asked looking confused.

"Do you have a brother?"

"Yeah, Charlie, he teaches applied mathematics here."

"Oh, I had him a couple of years ago."

"Okay, I'll tell him I saw you."

12:56 AM Cal Sci Math Department

It was turning out to be a pretty day on the Cal Sci campus. Don and Terry noticed several students were sitting on the grass studying or catching the sun's rays as they walked to the math building.

"I need to stop by Charlie's classroom so I can drop this file off," Don said indicating the file in his hand.

"Sure, after that it'll be time for lunch, I'm hungry."

"You buying?" Don asked opening the door for Terry.

"It's the man who's supposed to treat the lady," Terry said opening the door to Charlie's classroom.

The agents quietly went in and sat at the back. Neither Don nor Terry could figure out what Charlie was talking about, but the students were paying close attention. Charlie noticed his brother and ended class a couple of minutes early.

One student stayed behind after the others left. The young man was rather attractive with deep brown eyes and brown hair. He was medium sized and fairly muscular.

"Professor, can you help me with the problems you assigned?"

"Sure, but not right now. Can you come back tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure, thanks Professor Eppes," the young man said before leaving.

Terry and Don walked down to Charlie's desk.

"What's up?" Charlie asked he erased his blackboard.

"Hey to you to," Don said sitting on the corner of Charlie's desk.

"You only come here when you have or need something."

Terry quietly stood next to Don.

"I know, I was questioning one of your former students and I thought I could drop this file off."

Don got up and handed Charlie the file which he quickly scanned and put on his cluttered desk.

"I wouldn't put that there, you might lose it," Don said putting the file on Charlie's backpack.

"No I won't," Charlie replied defensively. "Anyways who did you question?"

"Clara White," Terry chimed in.

"Oh, I remember her. She was brilliant. If I remember correctly she should be graduating soon. What happened?"

"Her mother was murdered."

"W-Who did this? It wasn't the 'Clue' guy was it?" Charlie said putting down the chalk he was getting ready to use.

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Charlie we need you to add this new data and do whatever you do with it," Don said with a sincere tone. "We don't know who's going to be next. This latest one broke the pattern of someone having an extensive knowledge in math."

"I don't know if I can do anything else," Charlie replied shakily.

"Will you at least try?" Terry asked moving.

7:56 LA FBI Field Office

Don, Terry, and David were watching Charlie as he stared up at the white boards rubbing his eyes in frustration.

"He's been at it for almost six hours now, with no break," Terry said watching Charlie erase a board and start over.

"He needs to go home, Don," David declared putting the file he was reading away.

"I know; I've tried to get him to take a break."

Don looked at his watch, realizing that it was almost eight o'clock.

"That's it, I'm taking him home," Don said gathering his things.

"Oh, do you want your truck back? Mine's finally fixed," Terry said catching Don before he went into the conference room Charlie was using.

"Yeah, do I need to drop you off to get it?" Don said lingering at the door.

"If you don't mind?"

"Give me five minutes to get him," Don said as he walked into the conference room.

Charlie was writing lightning fast, darting to the various whiteboards in the room. Don watched in amazement for a couple of seconds before attempting to retrieve his brother.

"Charlie, come on buddy, its time to go home."

"I can't stop now or I'll loose what's in my head."

Don moved closer to Charlie so that he would have to stop, but Charlie just went around his older brother and continued working.

"Charlie, its time to stop. You need a break; you haven't had one since you started."

"Just let me finish this," Charlie replied continuing to work.

"No, Charlie, now!" Don exclaimed stopping Charlie and taking the marker away from him.

Charlie shrunk back from his older brother and his things, and Don guided him out of the conference room.

1:13 AM Unknown Residence

A young lady, with flowing red hair, was curled up in an oversized chair in the conservatory. The small house was dark, except for the small lamp in the conservatory, and the only noises were the lady's soft snoring. Numerous books and notebooks were strewn about the room; several of which rested in the lady's lap.

The dark figure approached the lady cautiously with a shiny new wrench in his gloved hand. The wrench was guided repeatedly to the lady's head with stunning speed and accuracy. The lady was forced out of the floor and lay motionless on the ground. Papers and blood flew at every direction.

The killer placed the bloody wrench next to the body, and laid his calling cards on the body.

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