- THIRD POV -

At the Special Agents Ops Field Office, my Mom, Special Agent Fernkenzie Beckett, looks at the investigation board with Polaroids of the three murders, Joaquin Smith, Mandy Griffith and the janitor, Arnold Marks.

Catty (VO) At the Special Agents Ops Field Office, my Mom, Special Agent Fernkenzie Beckett, or by her nickname, Fern Beckett, has been working on her investigation, to solve the three murders of two young adult students, Joaquin Smith and Mandy Griffith and the academy janitor, Arnold Marks. Could the three of them be connected to the murder culprit? Could there be another murder culprit? Who knows. But knowing my Mom, she'll figure it out as she won't stop until she solves it.

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THE LOUNGE CLUBHOUSE

The next day, Me and the Beckett Crew, along with other academy students, are hanging out with each other.

I'm sitting at a table, drawing in my sketchbook. Trixie sits down across from me at the table.

"Hey, Catty." Trixie greeted me.

"Hey, Trixie. How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"I feel better now." said Trixie. "By the way, everyone is talking about the cat fight between you and Alyssa. You kicked her ass."

"Let's just say that I had enough of her BS." I said to her.

"Yeah." Trixie agreed.

"Trixie?" Leigh Ann said, along with Sasha. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Leigh Ann? Sasha? It's alright. Trixie just wanted to thank me for helping her with something." I told them.

"Help you with what?" Sasha asked.

"I had a scare, but Catty helped me out with it." Trixie told them.

"What sort of scare?" Leigh Ann asked, sitting next to me at the table.

I look at Trixie and she looks at me with a nod, letting me know it's okay.

"Trixie missed her girlie period." I tell both Leigh Ann and Sasha.

"Oh my gosh, seriously?" Sasha asked, shocked.

"Yeah, but don't worry, Catty helped me." Trixie reassured her.

"We're you, you know, had a bun in the oven?" Leigh Ann asked.

"Nope, thank goodness." Trixie said. "Catty helped me with a pregnancy test and it was negative, but other than that, I'm fine."

"It's a little secret that Catty knows, and now, the two of you." Trixie said.

"You can trust us, Trixie. We won't reveal anything, until you let us know." Sasha said.

Trixie looks shocked at Me, Leigh Ann and Sasha. "Really?"

"Yeah, you can trust us, Trixie." I said to her. "We're not like Alyssa and Shelley."

"Gosh, I wish I had best friends like you guys." Trixie said.

"Aren't you gal pals with Alyssa and Shelley?" Sasha asked.

"Not really, even though, Shelley and I hangout with Alyssa, doesn't mean I trust them." Trixie said.

"You need to break away from Alyssa and Shelley, it's not good for you, Trixie." I said to her.

"I know, but I don't know how." Trixie said.

"Trixie?" Alyssa said with Shelley standing next to her with their to-go lattes. "You're hanging out with Catty Ponytail and her little besties?"

"Unless, you want another ass- whooping, I suggest you leave Trixie alone." I said, getting up to my feet, eyeing Alyssa.

"It's okay, Catty, I can handle her. I don't want you fighting my battle." Trixie said, and gets up to her feet, eyeing Alyssa. "You're nothing but a spoiled bitch who has a hissy fit whenever she can't have her way. You're just jealous of Catty because everyone adores her. The only fake ass friend you ever had was me. So, I unfriend you."

Alyssa looks at Trixie and pours her latte on her head, making Trixie gasps.

"Get over yourself, you pathetic wench. I'll just find another cheerleader minion to replace you." Alyssa said and walks away.

Trixie looks around at everyone looking at her. She walks away. Leigh Ann, Sasha and I walks after her.

shortly after . . .

In the Ladies restroom, Trixie washes the latte smell out of her hair using water from the sink.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Catty." Trixie said.

"Sooner or later, Alyssa is gonna get her comeuppance." I said with my arms folded.

"Yeah, she might if she's not careful." Leigh Ann said.

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Later that day, I'm wandering in the hallway and sees my Mom.

"Mom?" I said.

My Mom looks at me and small smiles. "Hey, sweetie."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, slowly walks up to her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." My Mom reassured me. "I need your help with something."

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

"I need you to look through this." My Mom said, handing me her case folder.

I gently takes the Manilla case folder and opens it. It's information about Arnold Marks's murder.

"I don't get it." I said to my Mom, a bit confused.

"Arnold Marks's dead body was found in a janitor's closet. He had stab wounds on his abdomen, so, maybe, the murder weapon could be in the janitor's closet in the gym." My Mom said to me.

"Okay." I said to her.

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PROVIDENCE ACADEMY

Later that late afternoon, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I entered the gymnasium through the back door with flashlights.

The three of us walks up to the janitor's closet but it's always locked.

"Crap, it's locked." Sasha said.

"I have a safety bobby pin." I said and uses it to unlock the doorknob.

The janitor's door unlocks and I open it.

"What are we looking for?" Leigh Ann asked, looking around the janitor's closet.

"My Mom said that the murder weapon used to murder Arnold Marks could be somewhere in this janitor's closet." I said to Leigh Ann.

"Anything could be used for a murder weapon." Sasha said.

I then, look at a knife in the mop basket. "I might have a knife."

I use my sleeve to pick up the knife. There's dried blood on it and someone tried to clean it off with bleach.

"There's some dried blood on this knife." I said.

"There were stab wounds on Arnold's stomach." Leigh Ann said.

"This is evidence. We should take it to your Mom." Sasha said.

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SPECIAL AGENT OPS FIELD OFFICE -- BASE OF OPERATIONS

That night, Me, Leigh Ann and Sasha are with my Mom. She's looking at the dried blood-stained knife which is in an evidence bag.

"Good job, girls." Fern Beckett said.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Beckett said.

"You're gonna do a DNA analysis to check on fingerprints, aren't you?" I asked.

"I am." My Mom said.

"Can I ask a question, Mrs. Fern?" Leigh Ann asked.

"Sure, Leigh Ann." Fern said.

"Are Joaquin's and Mandy's death connected to Arnold Marks's murder culprit?" Leigh Ann asked.

"There's a possibility." Fern said. "If this knife was used to murder Joaquin, Mandy and Arnold, I'm getting close to solving it."

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ROCHELLE'S DINER

Later that night, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I are sitting in a booth table across from each other with our milkshakes.

"Your mom is so close to solving the case." Leigh Ann said.

"Yeah, she is. But we still don't know who the murderer is." I said.

"Yeah, which sucks." Sasha said.

"But whoever's fingerprints are on the knife that we found, that is the murder culprit." Leigh Ann said.

Leigh Ann, Sasha and I exchange looks at each other.

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