Chapter 4
"Listen," Detective Hargitay began, "We've read your file and we want to help you."
"So let me get this straight," Michael began, "You two want to help me find my mom's killer? Please, you two probably don't have a brain between you. By know it is probably a Cold Case, meaning you won't look at it again unless you have to."
"Look," Detective Meloni said, "We are here trying to solve a homicide. Now you are going to cooperate-"
"Let me stop you right there," Michael interrupted. "First of all, I am not a suspect, and I can't be a suspect. I was three when my mom was killed and I saw it happen before my eyes!" Michael, feeling himself becoming very angry, decided to retreat to his room.
"We're just trying to-"
"Kiss off!" Michael said slamming the door. He proceeded to run to his room but before he opened the door, he heard someone moving around in his room. He slowly pulled out his hidden combat knife and entered the room. He saw the figure and pounced on it. Then he realized who it was.
"Jesus, Mike are you trying to kill somebody!?" said the female's voice.
"God, Melody! How the hell you know that I moved to Malibu!" Michael said hugging her.
"Dude, we are like brother and sister. We can practically read each other minds. Plus, someone has to keep an eye on you."
"So you are coming to school with me tomorrow, right?" Michael asked.
"Yep, the Druid made me have all the same classes as you. So, use your powers yet?"
"Didn't see the need to, but these 2 detectives made me so mad-"
"That you almost did." Melody finished. "I saw. So, what about your new neighbor, Hannah Montana?"
"Her street name is Miley. She thinks that a wig is enough to fool everyone."
"That doesn't 100 work all the time." Melody says. "So summer's about to end. What mischief do you want to get in?"
"I want to mess up the female's detective house." Michael said.
"Say no more. I know exactly what you want to do." Melody said grinning.