A+Flowery+Death

by Samantha

**One day there were two girls picking flowers in a field all alone. They pick two of each flower one for each of their mothers. The girls got tired so they decided to take a short break. While they were laying there with their eyes closed, a dark figure crept over them. The dark figure pulled out a knife and slit their throats. They last thing that they saw was the beautiful flowers in their hands.** **“What a nice way to die. I mean the part about dieing in a field of flowers,”Mrs. Foster said reading over the case.** **“I just don’t get it. Why would some person just kill my two little girls,” Mr. Jones said.** **“Well that’s what we are trying to find out Sir. So far all we have is a size eleven foot print in the mud and rubber gloves that we are DNA testing now,” Mrs. Foster said sounding worried.** **Later, the scientists come back with the results. Every one is shocked to find out that the gloves belong to Freddy Mack. Freddy is the nicest boy in town, he is twelve years old.** **“The report says it’s Freddy, I guess that is our first lead. You should come with us to question him Mr Jones,” Mrs. Foster said walking to the car.** **In 15 minutes they have arrived at Freddy’s boarding school. Mrs. Foster shows her badge to the security guard and they call Freddy for her.** **“Freddy, why is your DNA on the murder gloves found in the field next to the girls bodies?” Mr. Jones starts out.** **“I don’t know. I didn’t even have the gloves; I had let my friend borrow them,” Freddy Mack said the sweat beading down his forehead.** **“Who is the friend that you let borrow them?”Mrs. Foster thought that this could be a breakthrough.** **“I don’t know. I first let Donald Smith borrow them, but later George Smith asked to borrow them too and I said okay.” Freddy said hoping this would be over soon.** **“Okay bye Freddy thanks for the information it could really come in handy,” said Mr. Jones and they were off to the Smith farm.** **“Cows, goats, and chickens. Wow! What a place to live and just so close to town. It has to be a thriving business,” Mrs. Foster said. She was new to town, so she didn’t know many people.** **“Yes, it is very cool but do what we came here to do,” Mr. Jones just wanted to get this over with and put the person to justice. Then, Mrs. Foster knocked on the door and there was a shuffling of feet.** **“Hello officers. Is there a problem? Do you want to come in? What is this all about? Do you need me to get you something?” Donald Smith said fast as if in a panic.** **“Um yes. There has been a murder of Sally and Claire Jones. We would like to question you and your brother George about it. I am sure you have heard about it,” Mrs. Foster explained.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“I have heard about it, so sad. Okay, I guess I can go first. George is in the barn cleaning his knife collection.” Donald said sounding bored out of his mind.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“First, where were you on the night of the crime?” Mr. Jones started out. It was the starter question he had seen in movies before.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“I was at a Colts game last night. It was such a good game but they lost,” Donald said trying to act cool about it. The odd thing was that he was lying. There was no football game last night.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Okay, second question. Have you ever known Sally or Claire Jones and have you ever had a reason to be mad at them?” Mrs. Foster said a nervous tone in her voice.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“No I never personally knew them, other than when they came to my farm to sell Girl Scout cookies,” Donald said with a sad smile.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**Mrs. Foster and Mr. Jones looked at one another then Mrs. Foster whispered something in Mr. Jones’ ear and he seemed to agree. So they decided to go ask George some questions because they had everything they needed from Donald.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Okay I think we have everything we need. So if you could just point us in the direction to the barn we will be out of your hair,” Mrs. Foster said walking toward the door.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**They found George in the barn cleaning his knife collection like Donald said. Mrs. Foster and Mr. Jones were just going to ask him their first question, but George replied first.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“I knew that you were here. I saw you questioning Donald earlier and don’t believe everything you hear. Donald has been known to lie, he robbed a bank when he was a kid. Bet you didn’t know that it caused trouble for the family. You should have background checked him first. I have never seen him cooperate so well with police so well before,” George said his voice sounding mysterious.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Um…okay so where were you on the night of the crime of Sally and Claire Jones,” Mrs. Foster said her voice cracking on Jones.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“I was at the hardware store. And here is my receipt and look at the time,” George said with a smirk on his face. He was right, it was around the time that the girls were killed, 6:34pm.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Okay second question. When was the last time you saw Sally and Claire Jones? And were you mad at them anytime?” Mrs. Foster said sounding serious as ever.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“The last time I saw both of them was last week when they ran over my dog with their bikes. He died in seconds and it was the saddest moment of my life. I would never get over it. He was my lifetime friend and I grew up with him. That would be why I would be mad at them,” George said the sound of anger in his voice.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Um… okay third question. Why do you have a knife collection?” Mr. Jones said thinking that sense the girls were killed with a knife it could be important.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“I have a knife collection because I like to collect them and like seeing my reflection in them. Also I throw knives in competitions.” George said sounding creepy, mysterious, and like a killer.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“Okay I think that’s it so we will just be going now.” Mrs. Foster said slowly moving closer to the door.** <span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">**“NO! You are not going anywhere,” George shouted and he pulled out two knives from his pocket and threw them at top speed in the air at Mrs. Foster and Mr. Jones. That was the last time anyone saw them and by the time the police found the bodies under the Smith barn George was long gone and living in Madagascar.**