That was a quick update!

Chapter 2 -

Mr. Smith had suggested we use the library since no one was in there at the time so that's where we went. The parents and sister sat on one side of the table and Jones and I on the other.

Once we were settled, we told them about their daughter and how she had passed away.

"Oh my God." Mrs. Berrie cried as her husband held her.

"We're terribly sorry for your loss and will do everything we can to find the killer and bring justice." Jones said, sadly. He hated breaking that type of news to people. Especially family.

"What's your name?" I asked the sister, who has red hair and green eyes, after a minute.

"Lucy Berrie." She replied, wiping her eyes. "I'm a senior here."

"What class do you have fourth period?" I asked, typing on my tablet.

"French." She replied. "That's the period my sister died in?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Who did she have?" Lucy asked.

"I'm not sure." I replied and looked at Jones.

"Let me check her file real quick…" Jones trailed off and opened it.

After looking at some papers, he came across her schedule.

"She was in study hall during fourth period." Jones said.

"Yet she was found upstairs in Brone's room?" I added.

"Urg…" The sister huffed. "I can't stand that guy."

"Why's that?" I questioned, turning to her.

"He's just a horrible teacher! Moves too fast and bitches at us when we ask him to slow down." Lucy replied, crossing her arms.

"Lucy! Watch your mouth!" The mother scolded.

"Whatever." Lucy shrugged.

"Did Hannah have any problems here at school?" Jones decided to change the subject.

"Not that we know of." Mr. Berrie replied and turned to his eldest daughter.

"Not that I know of either." Lucy said.

"Were the two of you close?" I asked Lucy.

"Not really." Lucy replied. "She could be doing drugs and I wouldn't even know it."

"Why weren't the two of you close?" Jones questioned.

"I don't know." Lucy shrugged again. "She was never really popular and I was. I didn't want her ruining my image so I chose to avoid her during school hours."

"That's a bit harsh to do to your sibling." I said, raising a eyebrow.

"That's not all!" Lucy started. "She recently started to hang out with MY friends! They went as far as claiming she had better style and fashion ideas than me! I'm the one that's going to become a famous fashion designer one day not her! Lately all they asked about was her and barely talked to me!"

Jones and I did a quick glance to each other as I typed this new information into my tablet and moved her from the witness section, since I wasn't sure if she was suspicious or not, to the suspect section.

"She just wanted to get closer to you." Her mother sobbed.

"You know your sister had social anxiety and had a hard time making friends." Her father added, rubbing his wife's back. "She probably thought you'd be okay with her getting close to your friends so you could hang out more often."

"Hm." Lucy huffed before looking down, looking guilty from what she had said to us. "Doesn't matter now. Though…I do wish I had been a better sister… I guess…"

"I think that's about it." Jones said, after a moment. "Thank you and again, we're sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Mrs. Berrie nodded as she got up.

We watched the family leave and once they were out the door, we decided to talk about what we had just heard.

"Well, that certainly makes her a suspect." I started.

"Yeah. Horrible how she could be so mean to her own sister. But I guess that's siblings for you." Jones replied.

"I honestly was about to shrug it off as simply being teenage siblings and their drama. But now I'm not so sure." I sighed.

"Ready to head back to the station?" Jones asked.

"Hm hmm." I hummed and nodded.

We left the school and headed back to the police department. Once we were there, we got the body to Nathan, glasses to Grace, and phone to Alex.

After leaving them to figure things out, Jones and I went back to our desks to go over the information that we had so far.

"Okay, so." I started, turning my tablet on as he opened the folder with her information in it. "The girl had to of gone to that room for a reason."

"It was her study hall and the teacher's free period." Jones states. "Maybe she went there needing help since she had him earlier this morning."

"Makes sense." I nodded in agreement. "But he wasn't there, or so he claims. If he really wasn't, someone else must've been there instead. And managed to get inside his room if it was locked like it should've been."

"From the looks of things, they were angry at her. That's why they pushed her back and seemed to of thrown her glasses to the ground. Question is, why?" Jones asks.

"Not to mention, the class across the hall heard the noise but was too focused on other things to even check to see if something had happened in there." I added. "Hell, probably too focused to look up and out the door's window if the door was shut."

"The sister has reasons to be angry. She was jealous of her sister making friends with her friends and having the same dream as she does." Jones says.

"But would it force her to kill her own sibling? I mean, I know we've seen a lot in the cases we've worked on thus far but really, anything could've happened in there." I replied as Jones looks through the file and pulls out a piece of paper. "What's up?"

"A doctor's note. It seems our victim was diagnosed with Dyscalculia. Not sure what that is though." Jones replies, looking up at me. "Can you check on your tablet?"

"Don't have to." I frown slightly. "It's a learning disorder. Someone with it may struggle to understand numbers and learning math facts. They may also have poor comprehension of math symbols and have a difficulty with telling time and memorizing or organizing numbers."

"How do you know that off of the top of your head?" Jones questioned, amazed I knew that so well.

"Because I have it." I replied, looking away.

I do legit have it. And it fucking sucks so much.