Detective Michaels
Michaels fanned Helena's face with one of Hilly's magazines as he watched Mitchy curiously.
Mitchy knew something. He knew something, and he wasn't telling anyone. Aside from Helena, of course. Michaels wondered what the boy had whispered into her ear. Wondered what made her act in such a way.
Mitchy was propped against the wall not too far away, his thumb in his mouth. He was watching them silently. Michaels kept fanning Helena as she came to, just as the police cars had rolled up along side the bus.
One of the officers took a long look at Tully, then at him. "Are you Michaels?"
"Yeah. That's the girl over there." Michaels pointed at Tully, pride swelling in his chest.
The officer cocked an eyebrow. "What?"
"That girl. She's the killer." Michaels nodded, as if he needed to reaffirm everyone around them.
The officer approached Tully and bent down to talk to her. Michaels watched her facial expressions. First there was anger, then fear, then relief.
Michaels watched as the officer cut Tully loose and helped her to her feet. "We're escorting you all down to the station," said the officer.
Shouts of protests arose, but the officer ignored them. "We need to conduct a thorough investigation. We have a forensics team who will investigate the body and after that, we'll turn you in to a hotel for a while."
"How long is a while?" asked Lake worriedly.
The officer shrugged. "As long as it takes for the forensics reports turn up." He smirked. "Or one of you confesses."
No one said another word.
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Route 373
Mystery / ThrillerSeven get on. Six get off. Tully was only supposed to ride the bus for a little while in order to get far enough away from her parents. She wasn't supposed to ride for a whole day and night, and certainly wasn't supposed to steal someone's watch. La...
