Tam Song had been killed when Wylie was five. The story had been all over the news for weeks on end. It had made the national, and international news. So call Wylie surprised when the blood tests came back and confirmed that he was, in fact, Tam Song. Linh had immediately latched on to him. She hadn't seen her brother for more than ten years and she was making up for it now. Tam had been just as clingy. Now, a week or so later. Linh and Tam were on the floor of his room while he did his homework. Linh was also supposed to be doing her homework but she had decided instead to tell Tam what had happened during his time in the cell.
"Then Sophie and Fitz declared themselves a couple when they were six and they've been together ever since."
"I think that that is a bit too much like a fairy tale to be true, Linh," he said.
"Nope it's totally true, We've been together for almost eleven years now," said Fitz who had been passing by the door.
"Wow," said Tam. Wylie looked up from his homework.
"Hey Linh, can you help me with the math problem?" he asked.
"You know I suck at math," she replied without looking away from her homework -now resumed.
"I can help you, I got pretty good at math down in that cell," said Tam.
"How?" asked Linh.
"Well I think that they wanted me to be their math guy or something so they started teaching me to do stuff," he replied. "So you have to divide this fraction then multiply it by its counterpart down here. Then when you've done that, then you add this number right here."
"Wow, that's actually correct."
"Well don't look so surprised," he said. Wylie closed up his homework.
Tam was staying with them, his and Linh's parents had not wanted the "filthy boy" in their house. Della and Tiergan had been more than happy to take him in. Surprisingly the Periculos had been quite nice to him. He had been well fed and hydrated and given the proper vitamins so that he could survive.
Biana had decided to take a trip up to London so that she could visit with her great gran something. She just couldn't take the stress of the murders (it was making her breakout). So she couldn't help them out anymore. She had left them her tools for solving mysteries.
Wylie's phone rang. Fitz was calling, he was supposed to be out on a date with Sophie down by the lake. He never called during dates.
"Hello, Fitz?" he answered.
"Hey Wylie," his voice was shaking and Wylie could hear Sophie in the background, it sounded like she was crying. "So I need you, Linh and Tam to come down ny the lake."
"Why, what's happened?"
"So Sophie and I were having a picnic by the lake when she saw something in the reeds. At first, we thought it was only a log, but when she went to take a closer look it wasn't. It was…" his voice cracked and he sounded near crying. "It was... It was, a body, Keefe's body."
"Oh my god, Fitz, Fitz listen to me stay calm, we'll be right there."
"Guys, we need to go, I'll explain on the way." He jumped up and almost ran for the door when he realized that Fitz had taken their car on the date with Sophie.
"Mom, Dad I need to take your car, I'll return it I promise but this is important." He didn't wait for their response and trusted that Linh and Tam were behind him.
On the road, he explained what Fitz had told him on the phone. He thought that the Periculos wouldn't attack again for a while, and when they did it would be someone else. It had never occurred to him that they would kill Keefe. Or any member of their little mystery club.
They arrived at the lake. Fitz and Sophie were both at the edge looking at something that could not have been anything else but a body. Wylie rushed over to them. He looked down at the body. It was Keefe. A bloated Keefe, but it was him. Beside him, Linh gasped. Sophie was clinging to Fitz for dear life and Fitz looked about ready to collapse.
"I think that we should call the police," suggested Tam. He was the only one who had not known Keefe and as such was the most clear-headed of the group.
The funeral was three days later. They had a closed casket, for obvious reasons. Wylie was sitting next to Della and Tiergan, they watched Fitz get up to the podium to start his speech. "Keefe Sencen was my best friend. He grew up next to us and we became close friends. Even though he was a year younger than me we were in the same year at school. He was the first person I told when I started dating Sophie and the person I could confide all my secrets in. He was also quite the prankster as most of you probably know. To this day I still don't know how he did most of them." His voice cracked and a tear slid down his cheek. "Keefe was a good man and deserved better than to only live sixteen years. Rest in peace old friend." He stepped off the podium and went back to sit with them.
The rest of the funeral passed very quickly for Wylie. Keefe's mother was crying and his father was a stoic as ever. Barely showing any emotion. When the service was over they all went out to the cemetery and watched as Keefe was lowered into the ground.
Everyone left for the wake but Wylie and the rest of them stayed. They watched the sunset and told stories of Keefe and his greatest pranks. They still didn't know how he got so many muskrats into the school.
(A;/N) Allison: So if you couldn't tell the muskrats were my equivalent to the great gulon incident.
I'm going to go and hide from the people who are mad that I killed Keefe now.
Bye till next update
Allison.