Willow and I were awake, ready for the next detective day, we weren’t going to miss anything. There was still a few people to detect who were: Agatha Harris,

Alexander Thomas Jones, May Chen, Louise Chen. I really didn’t want my parents to be the murderer but who knows? We did Agatha first, however, we did not expect much from her. She seemed quite innocent.

Agatha’s room seemed to be locked, how were we going to get in. I was being silly, this was my house, I had a key to every room. The keys were downstairs in a safe, the password was, 3-3-4-7-0-0-9-8. I had no idea how I remembered that. The keys were in my hands and I was about to open the door; Agatha might be in there. The key-hole turned, and the door creaked, slowly opening with suspense. Agatha was nowhere to be seen, but how did she lock the door? Willow didn’t think, she pounced on the bed, table and cupboard, looking for clues. It was not a time to pick rubbish, but I did anyway. Picking up a piece of rubbish paper on the floor, Willow sighed and pulled me out of the room.

Next up, Alexander. He was a silly baby, and I did not want to look through his room. I was expecting his pants to be thrown on the floor, and the smell of fart. But I was wrong, it was so tidy, and smelt like perfume. To be honest, I was shocked at this and so was Willow. This was suspicious, and clues might be dotted around here. On the floor was Alexander’s secret diary, perfect! Opening it with excitement it read:

Uuuuh!! Why does daddy have to be so annoying sometimes, he always has to tell me off. I really want to punch him ,but I would get into big trouble. He is always embarrassing me in front of my friends, and I don’t like it. I really, really want him  to disappear. I am going to get revenge. Worst daddy in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As soon as I finished reading, Alexander burst into the room,”Hey, you! Posh girl, that’s my diary, not yours. Why are you reading it? I’m telling mummy, she is going to be very mad!” he roared.

“Alexander Thomas Jones, if you dare say one word about this to Aunt Emily. You shall be punished, and punished severely! Willow remarked. Alexander winced, and ran away. I wasn't wrong about him being a baby. This was another clue, he wanted revenge, didn’t he? Murder can be one way to get revenge, it can also be one way to make someone you hate disappear. What great notes Alexander.