"Who is she?" Sergeant Detective Bianca Jones knelt down over the women, studying the remains of their twenty years old victim. Body was curled up, hands were carrying a crimson liquid across her nails. Cut marks against her head, shoulders,and face.

"America Acherman," Scarlett said. "She was my best friend...still is."

Bianca ignored Scarlett and turned to her partner in crime. "So what do we know?"

"House belongs to Jodie Carson and Franco Chase," her partner rattled off, taking notes on his cell phone. "An older men and young women couple, currently eager to get married in a few weeks. They were home with Franco's youngest kids, when Jodie discovered the body in the basement. However, Scarlett Chase was out drinking at the bar."

"This is America?" Bianca asked, gesturing to the lifeless body. "Gonna have to get her fingerprints checked. Looks like she was trying to fought back."

"I told you, her name was America," Scarlett said, staying behind the yellow tape. "She's is my best friend."

"Miss, stay back," Bianca said. "This is a crime scene. Not a movie set."

"Where's the victim who called?" Bianca's partner asked.

"Standing behind the squat car. Waiting on the fam, that she called not too long ago," Bianca responded quickly. "Why?"

"She might be the suspect that we are looking for," Bianca's partner rose to standing, his voice was scorn and curt.

"What do you mean might be our victim? She called the station panicking," Bianca asked conversationally.

"She could been faking the panicking. Her fingerprints are all over the victim's hands and neck and State ID was inside the victim's bra."

Bianca nodded. "We can't be wrong this time," she said. "This would put us from number five best detectives to number thirteen. We can't let this happen, for now everybody's a suspect."

Scarlett took her cell phone out and texted Jake and Zander.

10:45 a.m., from Scarlett:
Everybody's a suspect. All three of us are, as well.

She couldn't believe she was a suspect. She knew she didn't killed her best friend. Why would she kill her best friend? They did everything together before Scarlett got sent away to Falling Rocks. But all eyes would be on her if the detectives finds out, she was in insane asylum for ten years. America's death would put Scarlett to the number one suspect.

"She called us at the top of her head, I might add. I believe she's the suspect, seen her before at a crime scene, lingering in the darkness. Would you still call it a party? Bianca's partner said.

Scarlett noted that he was still taking note, staring at her best friend's body as a hawk. Mr. Hawk studied the body again, checked inside America's mouth, front and back pants pocket, and on her cell phone. She was stupid to leave a passcode on the lockscreen, she thought.

Bianca walked away. Turning to her heel, left the body, and exited the basement. She lived , ate, and breathed death investigation and homicide unit and was the happiest person about her job. Until one evening she returned for an analysis of a crime scene and startled the murderer lurking there. Moments later, she was threw off a deck and had a fracture to her wrist and hip. "I be back, going to have a chat with Jodie."

Scarlett gestured off to her tiny room and sat her bag on her bed. She headed towards her window, where she had the perfect view, stared at Bianca and Jodie chatting. I knew she killed Annabelle. She wants me all to herself, she thought. This family all to herself.

Her phone buzzed in her bag, she took it out and there were ton of messages in the group chat, from Jake and Zander

10:55 a.m., from Jake:
Hey babe. What are you talking?

11:02 a.m., from Zander:
You haven't heard? America was found dead in Scarlett's basement.

11:16 a.m., from Zander:
Scarlett and I think it's Jodie, who killed Annabelle.

11:20 a.m., from America:
You all knows who killed me and I'm gonna make you talk.

11:30 a.m., from Jake:
Woah! Jodie is this you texting?

11:35 a.m., from Zander:
Scarlett?

11:44 a.m., now her reply:
That wasn't me. I just got to my room from picking up Asher and Lux from a neighbor's house.

I can't tell them I was at the crime scene, she thought. She always had to be first at everything.

Her door creaked open, standing there was Lux. "Who's the people in the basement?" she asked, left hand rubbing her eyes lightly and right hand clutching her blanket.

Scarlett ignored her question and started blankly at Lux's blanket. "Aren't you too old for carrying around a blanket? You're ten."

"You are never too old to carry a blanket around," she said. "Who's the people in the basement? Don't tell me oh don't worry about it. I have a right to know."
Lux gotten her ambitious from her mother, Dinah.

Scarlett smiled and cleared her throat. "America was found dead in the basement," she said. "You and her would always get ice cream on Friday."

"Who killed her?" Lux asked, gesturing into Scarlett's pink, tiny bedroom. She inhaled then her eyes fixed on Scarlett's drawn face. "Shhhh, I promised her, I wouldn't tell. Tell no souls."

"Promised who?" Scarlett asked. "Jodie?"

Lux pointed to Scarlett's mirror. "Her. Evil always find a way to escape from the endless darkness."

"Does her got a name?" Scarlett asked, facing towards Lux.

Lux nodded. "Karla," she said. "Karla Winninworth," Lux walked off.

Who's Karla Winninworth?, Scarlett thought. She took out her phone and started typing:

Evil has a face. That face linger into a world of reality and could be a clone of your loved one or ones. Strangers at the mind and love one at the heart. Evil walks among us.

"You look tired," her brother said, coming up towards her.

Scarlett straighten up her spine and turned her phone off. "Not tired. How was the movie with Staci? Was it a date?"

"Alright. It wasn't a date, it was with five other friends. You call that a date?" Asher said, bouncing his basketball.

"You're right, that ain't a date."
Her eyes glanced back at her phone and read the last line to herself. Karla Winninworth killed Dinah Chase in 2006. Days after her daughter Lux was born.

Is this Jodie?
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