Jake's breaths were labored, and his eyes fluttered shut constantly. His mouth opened and shut, muttering the same words. "Tell. Didn't. Tell."
Amy sighed, leaned down, and slapped Jake's cheek. His eyes flew open, and he gasped, "What happened? Where am I?"
Amy bit her lip. Her head was pounding, and of course she wanted to explain a person in the grip of a hangover why their head hurt. "You're outside the bathroom." She answered simply.
"Oh." Jake said, still sounding confused. He stood up, groaning, and holding his head. "I don't feel good." He blurted.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You were drunk, Sammy was killed, and now we're stuck in the house guarded by policemen until one of us confesses."
Jake looked up at her. "Sammy was murdered?" He gasped. "I remember! It's all coming back to me!"
"Great." Amy said. "Maybe you could tell me who killed him?"
Jake frowned. "I don't know, but, now, in my undrunk state, it looks a lot like Hamilton did it."
Amy was shocked. Hamilton? Who would never hurt a fly? Then she remembered Hamilton trying to pin the blame on her. Hamilton . . . "No." She replied. "It was not Hamilton."
Jake laughed cruelly. "If it wasn't Hamilton, then it was Sinead. Did you see how she was talking to the police, and, I mean, it wouldn't be her first offense against the Cahills. I mean, if you think about, she already betrayed you. What difference is it to kill Sammy, whom she barely knows?"
Amy nodded. "That makes sense. But, I mean, think about it. She . . . she . . ." Amy stopped. She couldn't clear Sinead unless she had solid evidence.
It would be nearly impossible. Everybody would probably agree with Jake, and deep down in Amy, a small part of her thought that Jake was right.
She reached a hand up to smooth her eyebrows. "I don't know, Jake." She heard the water turn off in the bathroom. "I'll think about it while I'm showering. That should help me."
Jake nodded. "Of course. A warm shower does so much to those who are under the effects of a hangover."
In a few minutes, Ian emerged, his hair dripping, and shirtless. Steam poured out of the bathroom behind him, and Amy rushed in, and slammed the door before something else happened to prevent her from taking a shower.
As she undressed and waited for the water to warm, her mind spun thinking about Jake's words. "Did you see how she was talking to the police." "It looks a lot like Hamilton did it." "It wouldn't be her first offense against the Cahills. . . . She already betrayed you. . . . kill Sammy, whom she barely knows."
The water was warm, and as Amy rinsed shampoo from her hair, she realized what her next step should be.
Security cameras. Jonah Wizard would not have a room without them, and it would be relatively easy to look at them . . . if Jonah was conscious enough to tell her the password.
A freshly-showered, and well-fed Cahill walked towards Jonah's room, a spark of determination in her green eyes. There was a spring in her step, for she realized that she was probably close to solving the mystery.
Knocking on Jonah's door, she waited impatiently until she heard the all-famous voice say, "Come in."
Opening the door, she fairly bounced into the room, and said, "Jonah. What's the password to your security cameras?"
Jonah's eyes lit up, and he propped himself up with pillows. "Of course! Ames, you're a genius!"
Amy smiled shyly. "Thanks, but what's the password? The sooner I find this out, the sooner I can clear my name." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Amy cringed. That made it sound bad.
Jonah's eyes narrowed. "Hang on a sec." He said accusingly. "It would be quite easy for you to delete a couple files. I'm coming with you."
Amy raised her eyebrows. "Ok. I'll keep my eye on you too, cuz it would be easy enough for you to delete files also. In fact, I think I'm staying right with you until you show me."
Jonah frowned. "You know what? See my tablet over there? Bring it to me, and I think we'll be able to access some stuff."
Amy shook her head. "Isn't there a central control room or something that we could go too? I want to look at all of the rooms at once."
Jonah nodded. "I guess we could do that." His voice was halting. Throwing back the covers, he hopped out of bed and said, "I'm going to get dressed, if you'd leave."
Amy considered it, but then shook her head. "This is going to sound really bad, but no. Wrap yourself in a blanket or something. I'm not trusting you alone with that tablet."
When Jonah had changed, he grabbed his wallet, which, according to him, held a key card that they would need to get into the control room. Walking down the twisting, turning, endless hallways, they finally reached the room which Jonah said, "Is my Top-Dawg Security Center."
Amy rolled her eyes, and Jonah inserted his key card into the lock. It clicked, and the light turned green. Jonah reached towards the handle, and tugged. The door wouldn't open.
Amy frowned, cocking her head. "By the time you got your hand to the door handle, the light turned red. Let me try. Put the card in."
Jonah did as he was told and inserted the card into the lock. The light turned green, and Amy turned the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.
"That's funny." Jonah said. His eyes scanned the card, front and back, and then he gasped. "Hey! This isn't my card!"
His eyes flashed, and he grabbed the handle, yanking it. Amy grabbed his arm. "Jonah." She hissed. "That's not going to work." She raised her eyebrows. "I think someone's in there. Is there another passcode or alternate way to get in that the normal person doesn't know about?"
Jonah looked at her suspiciously. "How'd you know?"
Amy smiled. "I'm rich too."
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Scrittore? Is it ok if this isn't finished by the time this contest is over? Its just... I have a LOT of stuff going on in Biology right now, and English II is really challenging, but of course, you're in college, so I shouldn't complain.
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