Tip-toeing through the residence, the killer nervously looked to the left, right, and over his or her shoulder. When certain the coast was clear, they continued into the room that Toby's 'dead' body previously had occupied until Jed all but made him get up and join the other clue hunters.

With an even grin, the killer prominently displayed some marshmallows doused in strawberry jam. Hopefully someone would realize this was a clue to both the murder weapon and the room in which the murder took place!

When finished, the killer once again looked all around and when positive that no one else was around, the killer left the room as quickly and quietly as humanly possible.

"Do you think it's possible for Toby to be the killer?"

"He's the victim."

"But he could have killed himself."

Josh stared at Sam. "Everyone only picked one piece of paper. The killer and the victim couldn't be the same person."

"I overheard someone else asking if there was more than one killer. What if there is?"

Josh looked thoughtfully at his friend. "Let's go interrogate the Mr. Green and find out." Josh smiled. It was probably one of few times he'd ever get away with interrogating the President.

Sam nodded. "I think he's in the kitchen. I saw him go in there a few minutes ago."

"Okay." The two of them began their trek to the kitchen.

When they entered the kitchen, Mr. Green was indeed inside. He had a healthy dose of whip cream sprayed on his face. They weren't sure by the looks of it if Miss Scarlett was kissing him, or trying to spread the cream around.

"What on earth-?"

Jed turned around to look at two of his staffers. "Hello gentlemen. May I help you?"

"Dare we ask what's going on in here?"

"I was getting some pie to eat because I'm hungry."

"And I told him he didn't need any pie."

"So you fought over the whipped cream?"

"Yes."

"Okay then."

"Then we made up." Jed wiggled his eyebrows at Josh and Sam.

The crimsoned Sam cleared his throat. "Yes sir. I think we saw that part."

Jed looked back at Abbey, his eyes twinkling with desire.

"Can we help you boys?" Abbey asked.

"We came to interrogate Mr. Green."

Abbey smirked. "Good cop, bad cop?"

Josh and Sam looked to each other. "We hadn't thought about what technique to use."

"Can I be the bad cop?" Sam asked.

"You can't be the bad cop."

"Why not?"

"You're not capable of being bad!"

"Uh, guys?" Jed looked over with amusement.

"Yes sir?"

"Are you interrogating me or not?"

"Mr. Pre- Green."

"Yes?"

Just as Josh was about to ask the first question, CJ screamed out, "Hey, everyone! Come to the dining room! Now!"

The four occupants of the kitchen looked at each other puzzled for all of three seconds before they hurried to the dining room, where this whole crazy game started.

"What's going on, CJ?"

"Look at this." CJ pointed out to the marshmallows covered in red jam and note left on Sam's laptop that still sat on the dining room table from their meeting earlier saying 'Catch me if you can!' In the background of Sam's laptop, where previously there was the seal of the President, now was a different picture altogether.

"Who did this?" Jed looked around. He had written on the killer's piece of paper to leave clues and he had been waiting for that to happen. It wasn't going to be until the clues were left that people would start to figure out who did it. Which was why he spent more time chasing Miss. Scarlett than anything. He knew something the others didn't!

"The killer did," Abbey answered.

"That looks awfully familiar," CJ said, looking at the picture in the background. "Where have I seen that picture before?"

Sam looked at his new background carefully. "Isn't that a picture of the blue room?" Sam looked to CJ.

"You know, Sam. I think you're right." Abbey looked at it, then spun on her heels to face her husband. "Mr. Green."

"Yes?" Jed said nervously. He knew what was coming, whether it was true or not.

"You were in the Blue room. You're the killer!" CJ took over the interrogation.

"I was in the Blue room! But I didn't do that. Scarlett and I were in the kitchen together just now. How could I have come in here and done this?"

"There is an accomplice in this game. Remember? You wrote one in. You had your accomplice, probably Leo, leave this clue."

"What did I do?" Leo had just barely made it into the room.

"You left this clue."

"I did?"

"The jig is up, Mr. President."

"The jig?" Jed looked to his Deputy Director of Communications.

"Yes sir. We caught you. Confess."

"I will not confess until you find some evidence other than a picture everyone assumes is found in the Blue room, which, I can guarantee you is not. Because, you see, that picture-" Jed froze.

"What?"

"I know what room that picture is from."

"It's from the Blue room." Josh said.

"No. It's not." Jed grinned.

"Would you mind sharing, then, where it's from?" Abbey asked.

"No, I'd rather let you guys all figure it out on your own!" He smirked. "I'm not sharing my clues with anyone!"

"What about the marshmallows?" Sam then asked. "Why are there marshmallows and jam here?"

"Good question." CJ picked the bowl up.

"Is it another clue?"

"It could be."

"A clue to what? Definitely not the murderer."

"Maybe the room or the weapon?"

"Marshmallows? How are marshmallows a clue to a room or a weapon?"

The killer had to try harder than ever before to not let a smirk overtake his or her facial expression. Gosh! These people just didn't get it! It was so obvious! And oh so much fun!