Here you guys go! Another chapter!

Ugh, I'm just glad I'm more than halfway through! *high fives*

Enjoy this, everyone!

~Goldie

We all strain to hear what was being said in the library, when the cop began banging on the door and shouting.

"Let me out of here! Let me out, you have no right to shut me in! I'll book you for false arrest, and wrongful imprisonment, and obstructing an officer in the course of his duty, and murder!"

We were surprised. How is it possible he found out someone had killed three innocent people?! The group paled and rushed to the door of the library, leaving Yvette to finish cleaning. Wadsworth, holding a broom in one hand, opened the door with the other. Putting on a smile, he looked at the cop and casually replied "What do you mean, 'murder'?"

"I just said that so you would open the door."

Feeling the tension slip away, the other guests and I laughed stiffly. Of course he didn't know. Let's just try to keep it that way.

"What's going on around here?" the cop continued, "And why would you lock me in? And why are you receiving phone calls from J. Edgar Hoover?"

Wadsworth was shocked. He mimicked the policeman, alarmed. "J. Edgar Hoover?!"

"That's right! The head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation!"

Mustard asks Wadsworth numbly "Why is J. Edgar Hoover on your phone?"

"I don't know!" The butler bristles, clenching the broom in his hand tighter, "He's on everyone else's, why shouldn't he be on mine!"

Walking past the policeman, he grabs the library key and shut the doors, leaving the cop in the hall with the rest of us. "What's going on here?" the lawman demands. Scarlet cozies up to him and pulls on his jacket collar, speaking with a convincing tone. "We're having a…party."

"Mind if I look around?"

"Sure." Scarlet looks at us and scans the group, finally resting her eyes on me.

"You can show him around, Mr. Green!"

Solemnly, the other guests turn to me, staring, waiting to see what I'd do. "Me?!"

"Yeah! You can show him the kitchen, the, uh, dining room, the…ballroom…"

I felt sick, but squeaked in agreement. "Fine! Fine." Approaching the cop, I put a shaky hand on his back, guiding him away. "Officer, come with me. Let me show you the kitchen. Or the dining room. Or the ballroom."

He trudged alongside me, unaware of how this evening has gone for the rest of the non-invited visitors. I wonder what the other alias-bearing adults are doing right now. Probably deciding what to write as their epitaphs. My companion and I walked into the dining room. I stood warily by the door as he strolled around the room, looking for anything suspicious or out-of-place. Watching him lift the metal barrier on the counter between the kitchen and the dining room, I wonder if he might be looking for something to eat.

Not likely, but at least it keeps a smile on my face.

"So. This is the dining room!" I rigidly announce.

"No kidding." The cop says, annoyed. "What's going on in those two rooms?"

Standing taller than before, I ask dumbly "Uh, which two rooms?"

Hastily passing me and walking into the hall, the cop points to the study and lounge doors, both closed.

"Those two rooms!"

"Oh, those two rooms. Well-" I start to give an excuse off the top of my head…but the policeman is halfway to the study door, intent on opening it! Running between him and the closed door, I hold my hands up to stop him. "Officer, I don't think you should go in there."

"Why not?"

"Uh…" I rack my brain for a way to tell him, but not give away any involvement the others might have. He continues walking to the door, so I stand in the doorway, trying to barricade it with my body. "Because….it's all too shocking!"

He pushes me aside with a force I wouldn't expect from someone as out of shape as he looked, and opens the door. This is it. We're done for. One way ticket to prison, if not worse.

Cheerful music pours out of the study. Wondering why the lawman hasn't began to shout or pull out a weapon, I curiously look over him into the room.

My jaw dropped, I being shocked and disturbed.

Because the scene before me consisted of Mrs. White passionately kissing Mr. Boddy on the couch-he's dead, how is he able to hold her like that?!-and Colonel Mustard necking the cook-that image is revolting by itself, but the hands rubbing the Colonel's back look too thin to be the cook's. What's going on?
The cop shrugs. "There's nothing shocking here. These folks are just having a good time!" He walks past me, so I close the study door and stumble after him. How would they portray the motorist as being 'alive'? Plum and Scarlet weren't in the study, so they must be in the lounge. The lawman began opening the door to said room.

'Oh god, please don't let it be a threesome…I can't handle anything like two live bodies entangled with a dead one…'

We walk into the Lounge, spying Scarlet and Plum sucking face, and the motorist slumped in a chair across from them, a bottle of booze in his hand.

The two live guests in the room are startled and sit up when the cop inches closer to the body. He gives a tentative sniff of the man's face.

"This man's drunk….dead drunk."

Scarlet smiles, shrugging. "Dead right!"

"You won't be driving home, will you?" the policeman asks the man, no longer able to answer.

"He won't be driving home, Officer," Plum announced, "I promise you that!"

"So someone will drive him?"

Nonchalantly, Scarlet fibbed, "Oh, we'll get him a car."

"A long black car."

The U.N. representative chuckled. My eyes widened as he covered his mouth. It was obvious to me and Scarlet that he was implying we would get him a hearse; but, luckily, Scarlet saved our skins by blurting out "A limousine!" and ending the conversation by continuing her make-out session with Plum. Sighing, I move the policeman out into the hall. Scarlet whispers to me and I turn around to see what was wrong. Smiling, she says "You said it yourself: three bodies is a party." I roll my eyes, smirking halfheartedly. I join the cop in the hallway, when we see Wadsworth walking out of the Library with a look of exasperation on his face. Seeing the lawman, he puts on a mock smile and advances toward us. "Officer!"

He shakes his head at the butler. "You're too late, I've seen it all."

"You have?" He pales and looks towards me worriedly, then turning back to the cop. "I can explain everything!"

"You don't have to?"

"…I don't?"

"Don't worry, there isn't anything illegal about any of this!"

"Are you sure?!"

"Of course! This is America!"

"I see…"

"It's a free country, don't you know?"

"I didn't know it was that free."

The policeman looks at me for an explanation to Wadsworth's cryptic answers, but I just smile pleasantly.

"Can I use your phone now?"

The butler smiles, leading the cop to the Library once again. He rushes him inside and locks the door. Leaning up against it, there is an evident look of tiredness on Wadsworth's usually calm face. I slouch, relieving my stress for a second, then stand up straight when the other guests walk into the hall to join us.

"Why'd you lock him in again?" I ask the dashing butler.

"Well we're running out of time!' Plum whispered hurriedly, "Only fifteen minutes before the police arrive!"

I speak in a hushed yell, relaxing my tightly clenched fists and gestureing to the Library. "The police already came!"

A cacophony of irritated voices pointedly tell me to, more or less, stop talking.

"Let's get on with it then!"

Everyone split off into their respective groups, Wadsworth joining me in the trek back upstairs. It was a quiet journey for the most part. The butler leaned against the doorway of the master bedroom, tilting his head quizzically.

"What was that policeman talking about? Last I had known, murder was illegal."

"Oh, er…" I started, grasping at words I didn't have. Finally, I smiled smugly.

"It's like I said: three bodies is a party." The other rolled his eyes.

"A three-body corpse party? Mm, I heard that. But I can only imagine what you meant by that."

"Imagine all you want. I'm excited to hear what you come up with. Heck, anything you think of in general is welcome." Looking into the room we have yet to search-the master bedroom- I shrug cockily. "You might even surprise me!"

I walk into the room carefully and quietly, searching for any signs of intruders. Or at least some sort of light switch. "Do you see anything?" I quietly ask the butler…but, strangely, he didn't answer. Turning back toward the doorway, I look to Wadsworth and hope there isn't a problem.

On the contrary, nothing is problematic for him.

In seconds, he bounds over to where I am and swiftly grabs my collar, dragging me toward him. This fast paced movement catches me off-guard-and he notices, seizing the opportunity and he…kisses me.