Gabe shook his head. "Nope," he said. Jo threw the papers she was holding out of the window. She'd had enough of the unanswered questions that they desperately needed answered. They had no idea how to find out who PJ was murdered by. He didn't have any enemies that they knew of, and if he did the knowledge was lost since PJ was now dead. Gabe was annoyed, too. It isn't easy to find out who murdered your brother if you have no clues but to yourself. It was even harder, though, for two twelve year olds with no knowledge of any sort of investigation. Gabe sighed. "This is pointless."
"We can try," Jo said, shifting closer to her friend. Gabe was having a rough time - he had to deal with the death of his brother, the person he was closest to in his family, and he had to deal with all the questions the police threw at him and it was hard on him. Jo knew how hard this was on Gabe, and she was the only one who didn't show hatred to him. Gabe had tried to talk to Teddy, but she had told him that she didn't want to get in trouble with their mum. Gabe didn't talk to Charlie, she was only two years old so she couldn't help him. Gabe didn't bother with his parents knowing that they would just ignore him. "Come on, Gabe, let's go." Jo stood up and opened the door for him. Sighing, Gabe stood up and walked over to Jo's side before following her out of the door.
Gabe couldn't stay at his own house during the day, so he spent all of his time at Jo's house. He was only allowed back into his house to sleep, then had to be out of the house by eight in the morning. It wasn't the most suitable thing in the world, but that was the best he could get. Jo and Gabe headed to the park. Gabe really didn't want to go, but it was the only way to get his mind off PJ. Gabe used to enjoy going to the park, but now everyone knew about the murder and everyone stayed away from him. Jo's parents wouldn't even let Gabe in at first, but then Jo explained that it couldn't have been Gabe so they finally gave in.
Jo and Gabe each sat on a swing at the park. No one else was there, so they didn't have to wait to use the swings like they used to. Jo had taken a bag with her, but left it at the swing next to Gabe. "Drink?" she asked, pointing to her bag. Gabe leant down and took two cans of lemonade out of Jo's bag. He downed his in just over twenty seconds then threw the can into the bin in one shot. "Nice," Jo laughed. She threw her own can but it hit the side of the bin and rolled back towards her. She picked it up and tried again. She couldn't manage to get it in so eventually gave up and put it in the bin normally. Gabe laughed, but Jo didn't find it so funny. "Not funny," she yelled, but couldn't help but laugh herself.
After they finally managed to stop laughing Jo got up off the swing then said, "Going to the toilet." Gabe watched her walk away, then grabbed her bag and put it on his lap. He wanted to study the papers again, but knew Jo wanted him to have a nice time at the park without thinking about the investigation. He looked through the bag, but only found some clothes, school books and a notebook he'd never seen before. He dropped the bag onto the floor and flicked through the notebook. It was Jo's diary. He read the entry from the night of the murder. It was short and explained everything they'd done. He put the book back into the bag when he saw that Jo was coming back over. He smiled, thinking about the diary PJ kept in their room. PJ had always kept a diary, and only Gabe knew about it. PJ knew it wasn't cool for guys to keep diaries, or so he said, but he kept one anyway. Jo sat down next to Gabe, but he didn't notice since he was thinking about the diary. "What you thinking about, then?" she asked.
"PJ's diary," Gabe replied simply. Both of them then shared a grin. Gabe knew PJ wrote about everything in his diary, so that would mean secrets and people he didn't like, maybe even some clues leading to their answer. Gabe grabbed Jo's bag and tossed it to her. She caught it then they ran back to the Duncan house. Gabe was going to knock on the door when he remembered that everyone would be out, so the house would be empty. He grabbed the spare key out of the flower pot and flung open the door. He ran up the stairs, Jo following close behind. He threw open the door to his and PJ's room. Gabe opened the middle drawer on a chest of drawers and grabbed the plain black notebook that was in the back left corner. He flicked through the most recent entries, until he came across one that could possibly change everything...