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Trying to swallow her nervousness, Amy began. "I was drunk, and I am still am...but, I really had to pee, and Jonah's house is huge, if you haven't noticed." She said, gesturing around at the hallways that seemed like a maze.

"So, I left, Jonah directed me in the general direction of the bathroom. But...I couldn't find my way back." Her speech was slurred, and her tongue felt swollen and heavy. "I got lost, and when I heard Nellie screaming, I came running in, and they were all standing around...him."

The police nodded for her to continue. "The sword...that was in Sammy's chest was mine. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know who used it. But I would never, never kill my au pair's boyfriend. Ever."

"Wait...she was your au pair?" The police officer's eyebrows furrowed together, and he flipped through his pages, muttering something.

Amy nodded. "Yes..."

He gasped. "One of them told me that you guys had been fighting." He hurried off before Amy could ask who "one of them" was.

She saw the police officer questioning Nellie, calmly, but excitedly writing notes down in his little black book. Her mind wandered, and she stared blankly at her Cahill relatives walking around nervously, throwing suspicious glances at one another.

She sighed, realizing she'd seen this behavior before, at the Gauntlet, when all of them where not at all likely to trust each other. She remembered the way the branches had stayed almost together, as if slightly trusting each other, but not quite.

There was Alistair, and Sinead, Hamilton, and his family...

Even the Kabras had been divided. Mother against children.

She saw it again here. Nellie was glancing at everyone as if they had murdered Sammy...even Amy, Dan and Fiske.

Amy knew Dan would never kill Sammy, or anyone, so she mentally crossed him off her list. As for Fiske...she was pretty sure, but, he didn't tell her everything. He could have had something against Sammy, that he didn't tell her, right?

And then there was Ian. He wouldn't kill Sammy, right?

Natalie wouldn't either, (she thought) although she did have a lot of suspicion on her right now.

Jake wouldn't, right?

Sinead wouldn't, right?

And that's when Amy realized that there was no way possible to ever figure it out. She loved everyone, and she was going to try and clear their names. But, one of them was guilty.

Then she had an idea. Why not try and clear everybody, because, eventually, she'd run into the murderer.

It hurt her, more than she wanted to admit, to look around and wonder which Cahill was the murderer.

Just then the police officer raised his hands in the middle of the room, signaling silence. Every Cahill shut their mouths, and looked at him, questioning.

"Everyone stays here until we figure this out." He said. His partner nodded. "We're guarding all exits. Jonah Wizard, come here."

Jonah blanched and stepped forward. "Yes?" He said. "This is your house. Where are all the exits...including the emergency ones."

Jonah nodded, and began walking away, speaking fast. "You, of course, know where the main one is. Then there's the patio door, and here's a big picture window that a Cahill could probably get out of..."

As soon as the police left, Amy watched as her family burst into an argument. "Who did it?"

"Why?"

"I think it was you, Sinead, you looked suspicious."

"Really? I think it was you! You're the one who did..."

Amy shut her eyes, and shouted, "Shut up, all of you!"

Silence. For two seconds.

Then: "I still think it was you!"

"No, it wasn't me! I think it was you!"

"Why would I kill Sammy? I don't have anything against him!"

"Maybe you wanted Nellie for yourself, you pig!"

"Shut up!" Amy called again, the din of voices banging around in her drunken mind. "Everyone shut up! I'm trying to think."

That must have worked, for everyone was quiet...for a while.

When the Cahill Volcano of Hate erupted again, Amy left. She didn't want to get singed by its searing heat, hot words that burned like lava, and rocks insults thrown every which way.

Walking down the hall in the direction she assumed her room was, she left the bitter words, and the insults behind her.

Opening the door to the room she was going to be stuck in, she observed her bag, flung open. And then she gasped, in her drunken state, she had failed to remember that she did not bring the sword with her! She had left it in her room, and someone had stolen it from there.

Shutting her eyes, she tried to remember who could have known where it was, and who could have the key to her house.

Then she frowned. She was talking about Cahills, for goodness sake, and Cahills didn't need a key.

Reaching a hand up, she rubbed at her eyes, already feeling the splitting headache that was going to come. Lying down on her bed, she closed her eyes, and let sleep overtake her.

When she awoke, the light blinded her, and her head felt as if it had been split in two, and roughly sewn back together. Throwing off the covers, she put her bare feet on the floor, and gasped. It was icy cold.

Sighing, she reached for her socks which she had no memory of taking off, and put them on. Then she grabbed a towel and headed for the shower. There was a line. Dang it. She cursed.

Ian Kabra was standing in front of the door, looking as if someone had severely inconvenienced him. "Who's in there?" Amy asked.

Ian shrugged. "Not sure. I've been waiting here for a long time." He knocked on the door. There was no response, but the shower water was running.

Amy sighed. "Ian. When someone has been in there that long, you don't knock, you beat on the door. I bet its Dan, taking a super long shower just to irritate us."

She raised a fist and clashed it against the door. "Ow!' She yelled, as splitting pain ran down her arm. "Sorry." She said, raising a palm to smack the door with. There was still no response from inside.

Frowning, she reached across Ian and turned the handle. The door swung open, and Amy cautiously peered inside.

Jake was lying on the floor, moaning, mumbling something, and it was obvious he was in great pain. Probably hangover. Amy mused, as she had Ian help her carry the fully clothed Jake out the door.

Then, before she knew what was happening, Ian was inside, and she was waiting for him to finish with his shower. Fuck.

Dundundun! She! Is! Waiting! For! A shower! Yay! Give her a round of applause folks! No? Ok, fine.

Yeah, this chapter had nothing occur in it, so sorry about that. I'm still trying to figure out motives, cuz I don't want this to be a 2nd degree murder.

There needs to be some premeditation, as Grace pointed out.

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