THREE MURDERS IN TWO DAYS

It was winter. My father was in the living room, reading the newspaper
and my mother was cooking the supper in the kitchen while my brother
Aaron Martin and I were in our bedroom playing computer games. 

Suddenly a foreign man knocked the door and my dad went to open and
greeted our visitor.
My brother is a seventeen years old boy. He was born on 2001 december
22th in Manchester. He has a brown courly hair and a brown eyes too. He is
tall and thin like me but he doesn’t have my blonde hair and my beautiful
blue eyes. I am younger than him because I am sixteen years old.
We are Scotland Yard’s detectives because in our old past we solved a lot
of crimes and steals. “Hello, Mr.Black, I would talk with your children.” He
said to my dad. “Could I talked with them?” he asked.
My father didn’t say anything and the young man upstairs going to my
bedroom. I opened the door and I invited him to drink coffee with me. The
reason of his visit was the murder of his wife Bertha. The gentleman,
while he was demanding our services, was very sad. I offered him a tissue
and he took it to dry his crocodile tears. He continue crying a lot until he
went out of our house.
“I think that my wife had lover.” He said. My brother wanted to know
where did he live but he didn’t answered the question. He continued
talking about his wife and her possible lovers. When he named the P.M. we
had ask him if his wife worked with him. “Yes. She was his secretary and
every day she have been arriving later on the evening at home.
Yesterday my wife said me that she couldn’t went out with me to supper
because she had an extra-official meeting with the Prime Minister”. Then,
my brother and I downstairs to see of our guest and ate our dinner.
When we finished, we put over our coats and we went to Police Station by
taxi. There was no traffic, so, we arrived later.
We were greeted by our boss while we enter in our office and sitting in
our chairs. My brother and I searched some information about Mrs.Bertha
and we discovered that she had a debt with the Prime Minister. I called
Bertha’s but he didn’t answer my call to talked with us.
Seeing this success, I advice commissary John Moore and we went with
him to Mr.Snow’s home.
When we arrived at his house, we discovered the Mr.Snow late. We called
our comrades while we went out of his home. It was raining but the car
save us against the rain.
The following day was Monday, so, I went with my brother to high school
to do the classes. When we finished at 3:00 p.m., our dad took us with his
BMW to the Police Station because we want to know the post-mortem
results.
Mr.Snow was killed by the same killer that causes the Bertha’s death. “We
are investigating her family and all have been told the same: our Bertha
had a debt with the Prime Minister!” said the commissary John Moore when
he saw Aaron Black with his brother, entering by the door.
Commissary Moore proposed to Aaron and I, William Harry, to asked some
questions to the Prime Minister.
So, while our daddy went to their home, Aaron, the commissary and I went
to Stratford-Upon-Avon to interrogate the United Kingdom’s Prime
Minister. We arrived and saw at 6:00 p.m. another late...
This time the late was the Prime Minister. As long as possible the
journalists didn’t know the P.M.’s death was much better for the police to
carrying out the case and solve it quickly.
“We suppose is a Prime Minister’s enemy. We suppose Mrs.Snow was not
killed because the debt, so why the killer killed these poor men and
woman?” asked detective Aaron Black. “It’s very simply, my brother
Aaron, Mrs.Snow was killed because she was the P.M.’s lover!” I answered
the question which was asked by my brother Aaron.
“So, the P.M.’s wife killed them! Why she killed Mr.Snow?” asked my
brother. That question was answered by the commissary John Moore: “Because he
reported the murder of his wife”.
They went out of P.M.’s home to go to arrest Mrs.Mary White, the Prime
Minister’s wife. She didn’t was in her house because she bought a ticket to
travel to Paris and doesn’t went to the jail.
Finally, we advised our friend and Scotland Yard’s lieutenant Peter Smith
and he arrest her before she get on board on the airplane.
The arrest was a grateful victory for my brother Aaron Martin and me.