Here you go, chapter two. You guys are going to be rather confused for a while, I hint at a lot of things and never confirm them, but things will piece together. Keep your eyes peeled for those tiny little clues and see if you can figure out what I'm getting at. Don't forget to R&R!

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Chapter One-The Detective

A series of police officers surrounded a little blue house on Liberty Street, searching for clues of the mysterious death of a young man in the house, which was addressed 2289.

Detective Barry Anderson left the house in disgust. His long, brown coat moved stiffly, like a great iron bell; his black hat covered his graying hair and shaded his cold, brown eyes as he moved into the morning sunlight.

Barry was disgusted with the little progress the police had made. The dogs had not managed to find evidence of any sort and the fact that the police had not found any leads to the whereabouts of the missing mother and child infuriated him all the more.

As he approached a nearby cop car, he could hear a man on the radio screaming for him.

"Where is Detective Anderson? Get me Anderson, Nigel!" A stout, chubby man came running up to Barry. His toothbrush mustache twitched nervously.

"Thank God you're here, detective, Sheriff Heimlich won't stop yelling for you. Please, you must talk to him, I can't do anything to calm him down."

Barry walked to the open window of the car and picked up the radio hastily. "This is Detective Barry Anderson, sheriff, now please stop screaming and tell me what you want!"

A deep sight came from the other end of the radio. "Thank God, Barry, I need you to tell me what in blazes is going on over there! All I've been hearing all morning is 'there's no evidence, there's no evidence, we haven't found anything,' and not to mention Nigel out there, the dimwit, who told me the dogs were broken! Detective, I need you to tell me what evidence you've found!"

Anderson shook his head. He had heard this speech over and over for the past two years. These mysterious killings were no longer uncommon.

"Sheriff there is no real evidence and the dogs haven't sniffed out anything. I am aware of who killed this man, but the chances of finding them are next to impossible."

"Wee, who the hell did it?" Heimlich asked impatiently.

Barry took a deep, slow breath. "Megg." There was a silence.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Barry said gravely, "The triangle insignia is clearly burned into one of the walls. That is literally the only piece of evidence in the whole house."

"What about the woman and the kid?"

"We can assume that they went with Megg willingly, otherwise the woman would have been killed as well."

"Shit." Sheriff Heimlich sighed. "Well, what are we going to be able to do about it?"

Anderson smiled slightly, even though he knew the sheriff couldn't see him. "Leave that, officer, to me."

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More action and characters coming up, and longer chapters too. Enjoy Barry Anderson while you can, he won't be around too long. Don't forget to R&R!