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Title: Twists of Fate


	They stood outside the heavy oak dooor of the Monchere residence.
"Now watch." JOnny grinned piggishly and knocked.
	A butler opened the door before Mishelle could retort back. She 
broke into a smile and stepped in front of Jonny."Hi I'm brenda Walters. I 
need to have a word with Miss Monchere.I'm from the French Embassy and this
is my partner, bertrum Stocker."
	Behind her Jonny went into fits, but her smile never wavered. The 
butler looked confused."This way please."He  lead them in."Please wait in the
south parlor."He pointed to a room adn JOnny lead the way.Mishelle closed the
door behind her and Jonny whipped around."Bertrum!You called me Bertrum!"
	Mishelle grinned evily."It was the only name that came that popped
up at that moment."
	I'd pop you if I weren't a gentlemen."Jonny glared.
	"I think you're confusing yourself with a human being."Mishelle shot
back.
	The door opened and the two broke into smiles.A petit blond girl 
stepped in wearing a white sun dress."Bonjure, Madmoselle et Monsieur. C' est
ce qu vous etes?"
	Mishelle bigsweated.French was not one of her strong suits.Jonny 
grinned and stepped up.He opened his mouth and said something in rapid 
french. Miss Monchere raised an eyebrow a Mishelle and smiled.
	"Very well Mr Rubano.Why don't you two sit down?"Her english was 
still heavily accented>"Waht can I do for you?"
	Mishelle spoke first."We at the french Embassy got a phone call from
a source stating you ahd some information on Rupert Tyron's death."
	Claudette's face paled.
	"Don't worry , we came personally to find out what the problem was 
Miss MOnchere--because we canot afford and international incendent.If you
are not willing to co-operate we shall have to make a wrttien statement on
withholding evidence."
	"My father had had tremndous contact...,"
	We know Miss Monchere."Jonny inhected.
	"Claudette she smiled.
	"Claudette, we also know that your company has been having some 
difficulties.You have recently aquired the help of of of the Crenshaw 
brothers, travis I believe, to help you keep it stable enough for you to take 
some action.Not only are you supposed to be rivals but currently debating
over your stock holdings.Someone may accuse you of foul play Claudette."
	"We're not." Mishelle assured her."We just want to help.But we can't
if we aren't aware of your problems."
	Claudette was quiet for a while and JOnny adn Mishelle exchanged 
looks. "Alright."She finally breathed."But it wasn't my fault. It was Travis.
he said he'd help me in exchange for my silence."
	Mishelle turned to Jonny in shock."What would that be Miss Monchere?"
Mishelle asked dreading the answer.
	"Rupert's body."

To be continued.....>

that's it for now....Is Travis the killer? Is Claudette the accomplice?
Is Jonny screwy? Find out in the next episode of Twists of Fate. Same twisted
channel, same twisted time!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! ::ahem:: Sorry got 
carried away again...::grin::