Amanda was still at Bawson's house looking for evidence, even if she doubted she would find anything since Carl had already searched. Although, she had to make sure. Under Hall's bed she found an old frayed notebook and hurriedly flipped through the pages. It was a diary...
7 September
I can't stop thanking about last night at Rayan's mansion. Great misfortune. Also, they called me to testify at the Clifford's trial. I don't believe he is the responsible one...
9 September
Clifford was found guilty. Immediately after the trial I went to the old library and looked for the architectural plans on the mansion from 1800. It seems that there is a hidden hatch in his office. Maybe there is something there...
12 September
I found a bunch of documents but it is written in Latin. Like a secret code or something. I have to learn the language. I will borrow some books from the library. Carl and Amanda asked me to help them but I can't tell them about the papers right away. I have to be careful. I have neither money nor power and if they found out that I'm trying to find an edge in the case they will throw me in jail. I have to go unnoticed and then, if I find the murderer, they will give me money for my studies...
17 September
I am 100% sure about the nutmeg but the other two do not support it. Maybe they are right. Amanda is so sweet and beautiful. In her eyes the whole ocean is mirrored but it should not seduce me...
Amanda continued reading until she reached the last page
21 September
I made my decision. I will talk to them. I will go to Rayan's mansion right now and ask for their help. Latin is a very difficult language. After all, why not trust them any more? Amanda would never betray me. As soon as we return I will take out the papers that are hidden in the fireplace and I will explain everything to them.
She was crying out loud while she was looking for among the ashes for the papers that found in an envelope. She did Latin for three years while she was a teenager and she knew enough. It was full of evidence from Crowford himself as to who had killed his older brother. Everyone knew he had died from a heart attack. Apparently, Daniel Rayan, the other brother was one of the first suspects. Now, she was totally sure about the truth but she could not believe it. The man that she loved. She kissed. She slept with him...she had to get out of there as soon as possible.
She arrived at the mansion. Carl would be on the top floor in his room. As she was climbing the stairs she noticed the scary paintings and the dark corners for the first time. It seemed haunted. More than ever. She didn't knock...
- It was nutmeg after all, huh?
-What do you mean?
-It was all you from the beginning. You killed them both asshole
Carl smiled like a psychopath
-I had a little help though
-Your father
- Only in the first plan. But I thought that it would be even better if I keep the whole fortune for myself.
Then she noticed the corpse of Daniel Rayan on the floor with open skull with white and gray matter overflowing from the inside. She wanted to scream. To run. But she couldn't. She had to finish what she started. She approached him slowly.
-You made me kill Hall.
- I thought it was more fun than do it by myself. Plus, that no one would ever suspected a woman like you is involved in something like that. Of course this would be easier if you weren't so curious and slut.
-What?
-You think that I don't know what you did with Hall? You are a little slut.
-Fuck you Carleton
With a sharp movement she took out the knife that was hiding in her coat and nailed it to his neck. He fell on his bed filling the sheets with blood. He was the fifth dead person to see in the last two weeks. The reminder of their purple faces and the strong smell of blood made her puke.
She had to leave. Soon or later, someone would come to check. But at some point they would find her and she will spent the rest of her life in prison. Maybe they would kill her.
She decided to end this story. She took a thick rope and tied it to the wooden beam with a loop on the edge. She climbed into a chair, passed her head to the loop and with a sudden movement ended up hanging in the air.
She couldn't breath and her veins popped out while she was hearing the movement of her own blood. The police were heard going up the stairs. Someone seems to have heard the voices and alert them. She started to feel dizzy and her vision was blurred. They had almost artived. She was choking and was in pain. The voices of the police were heard from very close. Now, she had completely changed color. Even closer. She started loosing her consiousness. Someone opened the door ready to shoot.
Amanda J. Clifford was already dead. The 6th dead person but the first one that killed herself. Seeing the other two, one of the policeman shouted to the commander who was further away:
"Sir, we have another murder in the Mansion"
So, here's the last chapter of my first story. Thank you so much for your support. If you have time please rate the story, share or whatever. A new book is on the way but is gonna take a while. Thank you anyway!