"Walk with me." Abbey seemed to give Leo a directive instead of asking him.

"It'd be my pleasure." He gave Abbey a smile. "Where are we walking?"

"Around." She smiled.

"Okay then." He was surprised when he smiled at her looping her arm through his. "So are we just walking? Or are we talking too, Miss Scarlett?"

Abbey gave a playful smile at this question. "Hmm." She thought of giving an amusing answer. "I think you know who did it."

"You- Really? What would make you think that?"

"I've been watching you."

"You've been watching me?"

"I've been watching you." Abbey repeated. "Watching others."

"You've been watching me watch others?"

"Are you going to repeat everything I say Colonel Mustard?"

"I was thinking about it." Leo smirked.

"You know, don't you?"

"I have my suspicions." Leo replied, mysteriously.

"Would you care to share them with me?"

"Nope."

"Was it Mr. Green?"

"Now, you gave him a thorough interrogation. I would think you, of all people, would know if Mr. Green was the murderer."

"Wow. Did you have fun with that or what?"

"You two are acting like teenagers, running around."

"It's a fun game." Abbey smiled.

"He doesn't seem to be playing the same game though."

"Don't I know it." She muttered, catching a glimmer of Amy off in the distance, interrogating Sam. A warm smile developed when she caught Josh watching the two of them, a jealous glint to his eyes. "What do you think of those two?"

"Professor Plum and Mrs. White?" Leo questioned.

"Amy and Josh."

Leo shook his head. He wasn't going to go there. He didn't care to.

Abbey smiled at him, then kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go find out what Plum and White are talking about."

"You do that. I think I'm going to watch you watch me watch others."

Abbey's eyes narrowed in confusion. "How can you watch me if you're watching others?"

Leo grinned devilishly. "I'll talk with you later, ma'am. It looks like your suspects are getting away." Leo noticed Amy and Sam breaking up.

Abbey gave him a careful look as she backed away from him. Shaking her head, she decided to forget about it for the time being.

"I think she did it."

"She didn't."

"I think he's the accomplice."

"No way. I would know."

"Did you see that kiss?"

"It was a friendly kiss on the cheek."

"It was a kiss saying, don't tell anyone I did it."

"Keep talking about this- And you're fired."

"Yes sir."

"Thank you." Jed turned his gaze on CJ. "Lincoln Bedroom?"

CJ's eyes widened. "How did you know sir?"

Jed smirked. "It may seem like I don't care about playing. It may seem as if I'm only chasing Miss Scarlett around. But I hear things."

"Yes sir. I didn't- I would never-"

"It's okay, CJ. I have been chasing her around. But I've been doing it with an ulterior motive."

"Might I ask, sir, what that motive is?"

Jed danced on his feet, displacing the weight back and forth from the tips of his toes to the heels a few times over. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he responded, "You might ask, Mrs. Peacock. But you won't be rewarded with an answer."

"You know, Mr. Green. I've noticed- There's a lot of people in here that seem to be purposely misleading everyone. Just how many 'killers' are there in this game?"

"Are you implying that I may have included more than one killer?"

"I think you did it."

"Excuse me?"

"I think you did it."

"Did what?"

"Killed the cook."

"I didn't."

"Prove it."

"Prove I did and I'll prove I didn't." Amy smiled triumphantly at Sam. "Besides. I'm supposedly the one throwing this 'party' in which someone was killed. Why would I ruin my own party?"

"Then you know who did it."

Amy smiled. "I know who didn't do it. I haven't figured out who did do it yet."

Sam nodded. "Josh seems to be following you around."

"Yeah, I know."

"You think it'd be too cliché to accuse the butler of having done it?"

"You think the butler did it?"

"I think the President may have rigged it so that the butler did it."

"Charlie thinks the President, er, Mr. Green did it."

"He does?"

"I heard Charlie talking with Debbie. He thinks the President did it because he has no interest in solving it and that means he did it."

"I don't agree with that logic." Amy straightened her posture when Abbey approached them.

"Hello." Abbey took Sam's arm, much as she had Leo's. If Jed was going to call her a vixen, a harlot – Well, she'd show him!

"Hello ma'am." Sam, the ultimate charmer, smiled at her.

"Mrs. White, lovely party you've thrown."

"Thank you." Amy watched her boss with interest. "But I can't take all the credit. I don't even remember planning it. I just- showed up."

Abbey chuckled. "Professor Plum, would you take a walk with me?"

"Uh- Sure. I mean, yes ma'am."

"Mrs. White." Abbey nodded to Amy before she and Sam walked off together.

"What's going on Miss Scarlett?"

"I'm the killer." Abbey whispered, making sure no one was within earshot.

"You- you are?"

"Yes. I did it in the Oval Office." Abbey had a plan to get Sam's information out of him without him realizing it.

"I don't think you're supposed to just go around telling people, Mrs. Bart- Miss Scarlett."

Abbey shrugged. "Yeah, well. It's no fun knowing I'm the killer."

"Wait." Sam's brain caught up with him.

"Yes?"

"Josh was in the Oval Office."

Abbey shrugged. "You got me."

"So you're not the killer?"

"No, but I think I'm closing in on the killer. I just needed your assistance in helping me out."

"And I gave it right to you without realizing it?"

"You're a good boy, Professor Plum." Abbey winked at him, then her eyes lit up as she saw her next victim. "Till next time." She walked off as fast as she had approached. "Cogsworth!"

"That's not my name. Ma'am."

"I heard Mrs. White call you Cogsworth."

"Yes ma'am. That's her idea of humor."

"Well- It's her 'party'. So you'd be her butler. That said, whatever she names you, I'm inclined to go with it." Abbey paused. "So can I trust you with a secret?"

Josh gave her an all too confused look.

"I realize a lot of people are going to try to pin this on you. You being the butler and all. But- I did it."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm the killer." Abbey smiled.

"Ma'am. I don't think you're supposed to just tell me. The Pres- Mr. Green. He told us we weren't allowed to just tell people."

"Yeah. Well. Being married to him, his threats fall on deaf ears with me."

"Yes ma'am."

"I did it. In the Mural room."

"Wait." Josh realized what she was doing. Or so he thought. "Then you didn't do it."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You couldn't have been in the mural room."

"And why is that?"

"Because I was already talking to the person who was."

"And it's not possible that they were yanking your chain?"

"I don't think so."

"So you'd rather believe Sam over me?"

"I didn't say it was Sam."

"You didn't deny it either." Abbey smirked. Boy was she good at getting information from others.

"So this is your strategy? Telling everyone you did it?"

Abbey winked at him. "Wouldn't it be a hoot if it really was me, only no one thinks it is now, because I've told everyone it is?" She left him with that thought as she went in search of her next victim.