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Title: Twists of Fate



	"How did you know about the Crenshaw brother's envolvement with 
Monchere industries?And what did you tell her abou tme?"Mishelle demanded
as they drove towards town.
	"I'm well informed.Besides, Bryce Crenshaw's girlfriend happens to
be my sister."Jonny explained."And I just told her you didn't get a word of
French because you were a fraud."
	She snorted and sighed."I still can't believe Travis Crenshaw would 
have killed Rupert Tyron."
	"Neither do I, but you know how these industrial tycoons are. They 
all have skeletons in their closets."He smiled and Mishelle couldn't help
but smirk.
	"Where are we going again?" She asked instead ignoring the butter-
flies in her stomach.
	"We neeed to have a chat with Travis Crenshaw."

	"Jonny!What a surprise!What are you doing here?" Travis shook 
hands with his friend.Then he turned to Mishelle. "And who's your new girl-
friend?"
	"She's not my girlfriend, but because of her current status I wish
she were."Jonny sat down and Mishelle sat with him glaring at him the whole
time.
	"So what's the matter?"Travis looked bewildered.
	"Well we had a chat with Miss Claudette Monchere. See Nadine here
is an FBI Agent."Mishelle raised and eyebrow."she caught me concerning my 
story on Rupert Tyron's death."
	Travis' smile disappeared."What are you implying?
	"Nothing really." Mishelle finally leaned forward."My sources have
given me a very odd senario.Maybe you can help me straighten it out.On 
January 24th, Rupert Tyron was found dead, by Miss Monchere, in your arms.
I hope you have reasonable explaination fo rit."
	Travis sighed. "i tried my best.Looks like it wasn't good enough."
	Jonny gaped."You did kill tyron?"
	"No." Travis stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.
	"You didn't?"Jonny asked stupidly.
	"No. I found him."Travis collapsed into the revolving chair behind 
his desk.
	"What?"Jonny and Mishelle exclaimed together and then glared at each
other.
	"On January 24th, I had to pick up a bank deposit from our office.
Bryce and I share the same one.So that's where I was headed when I called 
Claudette to come over so we could chat."
	"Why are you helping her anyway?" JOnny frowned.
	Travis broke into a silly grin,"She's amazing and beautiful and so
innocent. I met her and....well...,"
	"Chill!"JOnny help up a hand grinning."I get the idea."
	Travis grinned sheepishly."She's hard to ignore."THen his face 
darkened."I found Rupert's body in Bryce's bath tub." he rubbed his eyes
as if he was tired.
	"We should call this the bathroom brawl....,"Jonny cracked and 
Mishelle elbowed him and he coughed as Travis continued.
	"I was just trying to protect my brother. I knew he'd been framed.
He already went through so much slander I didn't want him to go through it
again.I was taking Rupert to his own office when Claudette walked in on me.
I asked her help in return for my financial help."Travis finished drained
and sighed."I'm sorry."
	"So you took him to the window and shoved him out."
	Traivs looked out."No.I didn't.I just put him next to his desk.
That's it."
	Jonny sat up straight.
	"What?"Mishelle frowned.
	"Why would someone push a dead man out of the window?"Jonny frowned.
	"To frame someone?" Mishelle provided.
	"But who? Bryce?" Then he looked up at Travis."Or Travis."

To be continued---------->

heh heh.......WHO DUNNIT????? ::grin::



Disclaimer: The ususal....so I'm not going into it.

Title: TWISTS OF FATE 



	"Who are we going for this time?"Mishelle asked him.
	"Bryce, I wish I had Jessie with me. She has a better shot at making
him believe what I have to say."
	"Who's Jessie?"Mishelle raised an eyebrow."Your ex?"
	Jonny opened his mouth to protest, but rather ne groke into a grin.
"Why? You jealous?"
	"HAH! Hardly bleach-head.I'm just inquiring like a good partner."She
steamed.
	"Or a good dog." Jonny laughed,
	"Shut up ya two headed twerp!"
	"Rover!!!" The car screahed toa  halt and they jumped out.
	"Stay away from me."Mishelle growled.
	"Oh yeah and what if I don't?" he stepped up to her leaning close.
Mishelle brought her knee up.
	"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" Jonny collapsed on the pavement and Mishelle
strolled into the office.
	"Creep!" They chorused.
	A man raised an eyebrow at Jonny. "Blind date." He smiled and pulled
himslef up.

	"How dare you come into my office and accuse me!" Bryce flared.
	"We aren't accusing anyone, Mr Crenshaw."Mishelle began.
	"Yes you are!"Bryce exclaimed then sighed."Look, I didn't kill 
Rupert. I found him in my office bathrom lying dead as a door nail, not that
I particularly like that expression, it's so irrational and...,"
	"Bryce, my question was't if you killed him or not!" Jonny ran a hand
through his blond hair."Jess has faith in you and I trust her judgement, but
if you didn't do it who did? ANd why?"
	BRyce thought for a while."I don't know. Being in my business, you 
make enemies....not intentionally." Bryce sighed."When I found Rupert I 
decided that I'd had enough mud slung in my face. So I went to tell my 
secretary to hold my calls and let no one in. When I got back, he was gone."
	"Looks like Mr. Tyron woke up and found out that it was indecent
to die in someone elses bathtub."Jonny shook his head.	
	"That is the most illogical explaination you have ever come up with
Jonny."Bryce chuckled.
	"It won't be the last." Mishelle put in then turned to Bryce."Mr.
Crenshaw, who has access to your private office?"
	"Me and my seretary, others too, but Cara makes them sign in and out.
She wouldn't let anyone in."
	"Can we have a look at the list of people who visited you during the
time frame?"Mishelle smiled encouragingly and JOnny yawned. It was seven 
already.
	"Um....sorry...,"He smiled sheepishly and she fixed him with a death
glare."I'm hungry too."
	"Your stomach can wait." Mishelle growled as the seretary handed her 
the papers.
	"Hi, JOnny." she smiled at Jonny and Mishelle almost chocked on her
own breath. 
	He gave her a weak smile."Hey Cara, how's it going?"
	"Good." The girl was waiting to jump at him Mishelle noticed and 
tried to keep her face straight.
	"Um.....Cara, do you rememeber anyone unusual come into the office on
January 24th?"
	Cara smiled."Oh golly gee that was so far back. Like I can remember."
Then she frowned."I remember, Miss Monchere and her driver, becasue she 
looked strikling with that gold sequined dress and the...,"
	"That'll be all Cara. Thank you." Bryce smiled and lead her out.
	Mishelle scooted closer to Jonny as she looked at the list. He 
grinned as her hair fell over and she tucked it behind her ear. he slipped
his arm around the back of the couch and watched her eyes dart over the 
paper. She looked so pretty when she wasn't scraming at him. he had a sudden
urge to touch her hair, but he grit his teeth as she pointed to the paper.
"Look, Claudette was here twice with a time laps of twenty minutes before 
Travis got here and met up with her again."
	"So?"JOnny didn't feel like thinking as his arm slipped lower and
he tried to control it.
	"So, either she lied to us, or we have an imposter."Mishelle looked
up, he smoky gray eyes shinning with excitement."What?"She frowned as he
just stared at her.He kept looking.She rolled her eyes and got up."Come on,
we have work to do."His arm fell onto the empty couch and he sighed 
gratefully.

TBC--------> WAIT!!!! Don't kill me! You wana see the end dont' you?

::grin:: Storm.
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