June 28th 4:30pm;
Well, I’m back, sleeping in the “bird room” for the second summer in a row. I hope that this summer will be a little different from last summer; it’s hard to believe that it could be worse. When I got here Nana and Auntie Ess greeted me with joy and I didn’t want to be rude so I pretended to be just as excited. I understand that Mom and Dad want to “see the world” but I don’t understand why I can’t go with them. I have the time and we certainly have the money so there has to be another reason…
I can’t think about it now, I have to meet Uncle Dev for dinner at Racko’s.
Ugh… I have to drive the beetle.
9:30pm;
Remember when I said I couldn’t think about why my parents won’t let me go to Europe with them? Well as it turns out, I didn’t have to. Uncle Dev talked to me during dinner, trying to have a heart to heart, which just turned into me asking questions. He said that “Your parents aren’t who you think they are. They aren’t exploring the architecture in Europe. They’re working with an agent to investigate the Kahi Murder.”
“My parents are involved in the Kahi Murder?” I asked incredulous.
“Not directly but they’ve been asked to help with the investigation.”
“Uncle, that has been over for 5 years now. They’ve stopped looking. His killer confessed!”
He looked at me like he knew I would say that. Sighing he said “Beth, you’re right it has been put to rest but the government doesn’t know about the investigation. This is not a federal case.” He paused as my face changed from disbelief to confusion and worry. “Your parents are involved in an underground company set up to frame the real killer.”
I thought about the logistics of his statement and I couldn’t find a flaw other than “Why my parents? They are prison guards.”
“Prison guards who watched over the alleged Kahi murderer.” He went on “Your parents have been working from home since February of last year, searching through evidence, secret meetings with other agents and many late nights researching the back streets of Europe. They stopped after last summer, when they found what they thought was very little evidence, until the anniversary of their initial research when they got a letter in the mail.” He looked at me with sympathy and gave me the letter.
Hello Elizabeth,
I am writing to inform you of the risky and highly dangerous business your parents are involved in. Dangerous how? You may be thinking.
It’s only dangerous because they’ve entered the wrong territory.
Now I’m after you.
Sincerely, Gronge.
My stomach flipped and suddenly my burger looked poisonous. I looked up at Uncle Dev. My parents are in another country trying to find the real killer of a murder the government thinks is solved. Now the real killer is after me because my parents are too close to catching him.
Here I sit, in the “bird room” on the bed. I’ve just finished repacking my bags.
“If he wants me, he can find me in Europe. Pick me up in an hour; I’ll have two tickets booked, if you choose not to come I won’t blame you.” I told my Uncle just before leaving the restaurant. It’s been an hour. It’s time to leave.
With or without him.
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