AN: Sorry for taking so long. I've written a lot of chapters, I just haven't edited them yet! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Four
DAVID's Point of View
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline.
I smile at the thought as they come towards me, obviously being their first target. Time to put my acting skills to good use...whatever little there is of them, anyway.
The two FBI agents came forward to talk to me but as their mouths opened up my brother came back out of the bathroom glaring furiously at me, obviously having just rinsed his mouth out several times over with variety of products...at least he didn't have to check for antennas this time .
"I'm going out, ma."
Mum looked ready to protest but the shorter guy reached out to grab his shoulder, highlighting exactly how much strength was in that body. Being next to Brad also made him seem taller. Huh, how tall exactly is the other guy? "In that case we will ask you our questions first. Miss Ackerman, did you want to stay in this room for the questioning or are you happy to let us talk to your sons for a bit?"
"Oh, well...I did have to make that call into work, and I'm sure everything will be fine. Did you want anything to eat? Or drink?"
"No thank you, ma'am," the taller one replies, getting a hurt look from the other a bit like the one Brad and Jake give dad when he says there is nothing left to eat in the fridge (a rare occurrence as dad knows how much they eat). "It will only take a moment."
They both turn to face my idiot of a brother as mum leaves the room, staring at him as he slumps against the front door.
"What do ya want, I've got plans."
"What? Hot chick waiting for you?" asks the shorter one sarcastically.
"Actually, yes."
My face screws up. Shudder. Debbie. Another human being who's going to continue breeding stupidity into the masses until all the earth is filled by idiots. At least I have one smart sibling (it's ok that she struggles in Trig, she's smart in a lot of other ways). She's not related by blood, but I'll take what I can get.
The agents don't look too impressed but continue on. "Then this'll be quick," the tall one takes over. "Have you had anything weird happen, or find anything? What about strange noises or people in the house?"
"You mean other than the Queen of the Night People?"
Oh shit, Shut up Brad!
"The Queen of the Night People?" The both ask looking perplexed.
"Yeah, the step-witch. Jake thinks she's in a gang and she does really stupid stuff, likes dates dweeby murderers and refuses to go to hospital even after practically drowning, as well as sneaks that boyfriend into her room...And she constantly beats me up." He admits grudgingly. "She's weird."
They looked slightly amused at the last statement but smooth out their faces to continue.
"Ok...what about when your brother said the word 'bugs' and you ran off. I'm sure that's an unusual story."
I'd smile at the shade of green he turned if I wasn't so pissed at him.
"Ugh, I swear Suze put them there somehow. I opened a new orange juice carton and like usual...I...ugh...all the bugs...fell into..." He runs out of the room and once again enters the bathroom.
"Well, I guess that one can be crossed off the list..." The short one comments sarcastically, looking in the direction Brad ran.
Jake then rushes into the room...Well, he moves quickly for someone who looks half asleep. "That's the second time in less than 10 minutes his been up-chucking in the bathroom and I know he can't be pregnant, so what the hell is going on? Who are these dudes in suits?"
"Ah, maybe we should speak to you before your youngest brother."
"Speak to me about what? I have got to leave for work in-" he looks at his watch "-2 minutes."
"Just about the body in the backyard, trying to see if we can connect it to any past murders and any bodies found in the area. Has anything you believe to be weird or unusual happened?"
"Other than actually digging up the body?" He sighs then runs his finger through his hair. I really hope he doesn't bring up Suze too. "Well we found a buckle in the attic a little while ago...turns out it was that guys...um, D-something-or-other. The guy who murdered the Hector guy we dug up. That's the only thing I've found unusual in the house. I'm not here often enough and when I am I just sleep, man. I need my Z's for collage and work." Phew. "If you want weird and unusual you'll have to speak to Suze." Spoke too soon. Can't any of my brothers be intelligent?
The agents shared another look. "Where's this belt buckle now? Did you keep it in the house?"
"Nah, dude. What's the point of keeping an old buckle? Didn't even know whose it was until way after we donated it."
"Donated it?"
"Yeah, the auction. Sold for something like two thousand bucks. I wish I had that cash hanging around."
"What auction?"
"The school one."
"Do you know who has it?"
"Nah, you'll have to ask Father D...or Suze. She was there. She might remember, or can get the details. Is it important?"
"It might be. Thanks."
"Coolio. Can I head off now?"
"Sure, sure. If you remember anything let us know. We'll leave our card here."
"Gotcha." And with that he was out the door.
Great. My turn.
"So..." begins the tall one. "You strike me as the smartest out of the bunch. Mind giving us a hand?"
"Ugh, I doubt anything I know will be of any use." Lie.
"What about when your brother mentioned your 'ghost'?"
"Bad dream." Lie.
"The bugs?"
"Unfortunate mishap...or karma." I'm not sure if this is the truth, but I'm guessing the bugs where actually meant for Suze.
The short one looks like he'll laugh but coughs to try and cover it instead.
"Weird noises, anything happen after digging the body up?"
"Nope. Not a thing."
I try and smile but it comes out as a grimace. I don't think I'm being very convincing.
"Huh, that's ok then. I guess me and my partner will wait for your sister to come home then...Mind showing us her room? It would be good to look at where Mr de Silva was murdered. And if you remember anything you can just call or let us know before we head out."
They both then give me a look to show they know I'm lying through my teeth. Yep, wasn't convincing. At all. I try to hide the panic and think about what they asked. I know I shouldn't allow them to go into Suze's room, especially with the questions they are asking – She's going to skin me alive when she finds out – but I didn't really have a choice. I really hope Suze doesn't have anything incriminating in her room.
"I'll take you...just don't tell Suze it was me who let you in."