"So… Are you having fun with this yet?"

"Oh, a blast."

A nod of the head was followed by, "Any clue who did it yet?"

"I've got my list narrowed down to a few people. I'm still trying to figure out what the marshmallows had to do with anything."

"Yeah. Me too. Well, until I started thinking. Marshmallows are often roasted. And to get a nice fire started, one would need a fire poker. So I was thinking that clue meant the weapon used was the firepoker."

"Wow. That's… Wow. Great deduction. I didn't even think about that."

"No?"

"No."

"Hmm. Well, I suppose you wouldn't have had to do the deductions, being the killer and all. It was pretty clever."

"Yeah." A smug smile, then a look of panic. "Wait! No! I mean! Damn!"

"I knew it was you!"

"I never said it was. I was-" Back-peddling as fast as possible. "I was agreeing that it was pretty clever."

"You can give it up. I know it was you."

A sad sigh of disappointment at being caught. "How did you piece it together?"

"It wasn't that hard." A smirk.

A sad head nod.

Looking around, carefully, the voice of the accuser turned into a whisper. "By the way, I'm your accomplice."

"What?"

"You heard me." A deliberate pause. "I thought it best you know that I was the one that helped you. I can help you stage some more 'clues' if you'd like. I can do it while you're with everyone else. That way anyone else who may be onto you is thrown off. And there's the added benefit that I wasn't alone when your first clue was left."

"Adding to the confusion."

"Yes."

"Sounds great!"

"Doesn't it?" A smirk.

"It does." A nod.

"So. Do you have any ideas for a second clue?" A careful glance around the area, scanning for any eavesdropping.

"I was thinking about leaving a clue about the room I was in, but I'm not quite sure how to go about doing that."

"Like the painting that was left on the computer?"

A nod. "I don't think anyone will figure out where that image is from, though."

"There are a few who think they know."

"Maybe." A pause, followed by a look of confusion. "Wait. How do I know you're really the accomplice?"

"You don't." A grin.

"But even if I'm not, you sound like you need one."

A 'not quite so sure' look, "Can I see your piece of paper saying you're the accomplice?"

"You don't trust me?"

"Frankly, no."

A look of amusement settled in as the accomplice thought over showing the paper saying accomplice to the killer. "What do I get for showing you?"

"What would you want?" A skeptical look.

Taking a moment to think about it, an answer finally escaped, accompanied by a grin. "Free labor."

"Free labor? I don't quite understand."

"Next time I have something I either don't want to do or think you'll be good at doing – you get to do it."

"This doesn't seem like a fair trade to me."

"Take it or leave it."

Taking time to think this over thoroughly, the killer pondered, was it really worth knowing for sure in a game, mind you, that someone was really the accomplice? Was it worth giving them free labor for that knowledge?

"I think … Yes, I'll leave it."

"Are you sure?" The piece of paper with the desired information was being dangled between the two of them.

A firm nod of the head. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay." The piece of paper was slipped back into the security from which it came. "Well. It's been fun chatting with you. But if we stay together too much longer, someone will start to suspect something."

"Yeah." A glance around, again, making sure there were no eavesdroppers.

Peeking around the corner, Amy had a good view of CJ and Josh whispering in the very next room. A good view did nothing though, for she couldn't hear what was being said!

"Amy." Abbey walked up behind her chief of staff.

Amy quickly turned around. "Shh." She moved her eyeballs from Abbey, into the room she was spying into, hoping Abbey would get the hint.

Abbey furrowed her brows. "What, or whom, are we spying on?"

"CJ and Josh."

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know, ma'am. I can't hear them. They're whispering, which makes me think they're up to something."

Abbey shook her head slightly, then put an arm around her chief of staff. "Let's go." Just before they started walking together, Abbey said, "Oh, by the way. I was talking to Liz the other day. She told me to tell you," Abbey started walking now that they were talking. Hopefully Josh and CJ wouldn't think they were eavesdropping.

"Tell me what?" Amy asked, curious.

"That's the thing. I forgot."

"You forgot?"

"Yeah." Abbey smiled. "You see … Jed was nibbling on my ear when I was on the phone with Liz. I'm surprised I even remembered she mentioned anything about you at all."

"Okay, ma'am. I really didn't need to know that."

Abbey shrugged, then looked up. "Oh, Josh. CJ. What are you two doing in here?"

Josh tried to nonchalantly look at Amy. "Uh, we were just talking about the clues left."

"Yeah. Sam says he doesn't remember where it's from. Why it's on his computer even. And the President won't tell us where he thinks it's from."

Abbey grinned. "I could go pry it out of him."

"I'm sure you would, ma'am." CJ laughed.

"Wait," Amy had a thought.

"What?"

"Who's to say that the picture is from the room in which the murder happened in?"

"Amy, it was a clue left by the killer." Josh tried to be smug.

"Yeah, I realize that." She tore him a look for his attitude. She knew he was probably still upset that she got him to tell her everything he knew but she didn't reciprocate the act. "But it doesn't mean it was the room. What if the killer is having fun with us? What if the killer is slowly leaving clues as to what rooms it wasn't? And the murder weapon too. What if it wasn't really the murder weapon like everyone assumed, but one in a series of seven clues that will be left telling us what room and weapon it was not?"

"I hadn't thought about it like that." CJ turned her head in interest, mulling over this information.

"You three keep talking." Abbey grinned. "I'll go find out from Jed what room that picture's from." She winked at Amy, then backed out of the room.