Cotchford farm, Hartfield, East Sussex
Wednesday, the 3rd July
6.30 a.m
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"You went too far Brian."

Anna's voice was as cold as her eyes, no trace left of the scared assistant that Brian had just witnessed a couple of minutes ago. He had to admit she was a great actor, but he knew her long enough to see through her act.

She wasn't angry with him. No not at all, if he judged her slightly curved lip correctly. Anna was pleased, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"He confessed, didn't he?" Brian said nonchalant. "That's what we wanted."

Anna remained silent though, as she turned her back to him and stepped towards the window. Heavy rain was still hitting the window. The storm hadn't been included originally in their little act, but it had turned out to be a lovely addition.

"Four people died."

"None of it was our fault."

Anna sighed deeply, but still didn't turn around to face him and Brian bid his lip. He immediately knew she was hiding something from him... even if he didn't know what and neither did she care to elaborate. Her silence unsettled him though. 

Not everything might have worked as they planned it- well nothing much had, but they had got their result, and maybe their father finally would get the justice he deserved. Frank had confessed and there were enough people around to witness it, if he went back on it. Anna was right they had paid a high price for it, but they really weren't to blame. All they had done was invite the guest, set up the location, hire Rich and well to "murder" Mr. Lewis. Brian still had no idea where Anna had got the dead body from, not that he really wanted to know anyway. Their plan had to be to scare the guests with the "murdered" host, who might have known more. It was easier to uncover secrets if no one trusted each other and you could play them against each other and to be really sure they would achieve that they had hire Rich- the Brian Jones doppelganger. Brian could have easily played this part himself, after all he just looked like his father, but Anna had thought that too risky and they might need somebody behind the stage to observe what went on. Looking back that had been a great idea or Keylock would have killed Brian instead of Rich... 

Keylock had panicked when he had seen Rich and had hit him with the candle holder... Out of fear, surprise, shock or maybe a bit of all three. The first hit had already been deadly, but Keylock didn't care he had hit the body over and over again crying and cursing Brian Jones. Brian still trembled at the memory... It had been awful and he felt guilty even if he knew he couldn't have saved Rich no matter what...

"We couldn't have done anything for Rich," he told Anna. " He was dead right away."

"And Keylock?" Anna asked in a voice that Brian couldn't judge. It was a mixture between melancholic and indifference at the same time. She 

"All I did was confront him-"

"By saying "he could never kill you no matter how often he tried"?" She interrupted him. "He killed himself because of you, Brian. You drove him into his death."

Brian didn't reply. He wasn't sure if she really was accusing him or not, but he suspected she was and anger started to raise in him. Anna had had the easy part in this plan, and therefore no right to criticise him.

"And Anna?" she continued.

"That was an accident! I just wanted to talk to her and ask why she gave us away! Sorry that I cared about that while you were getting cosy with Jagger!" Brian yelled out, but Anna's demeanour remained calm.

"How does one fall out of the window by accident?"

"We fought, alright? And I don't know, suddenly she was laying on the front porch! Do you think I wanted that? She was our mother! I-"

"Who never cared about us," she interrupted him once more and finally turned around. Her face held a look of pure disgust, which made Brian's stomach turn around. It was odd to say, but the expression on his own sisters face scared him. " But it's too late now, isn't it? And Anita?"

"She scared me when she suddenly appeared out of the bathroom and I pushed her... and she hit her head. I murdered no one if you were getting at that. In fact no death was a murder technically..." Brian mumbled unsure. "Not even Rich, Keylock didn't mean to kill him and neither did I plan to kill him or our mother or Anita..."

Anna crossed her arms before her chest and snorted loudly. "And no one will ever believe that. We'll go to prison."

"But at least we got Frank to confess... he will go with us!" Brian exclaimed reassuringly, but the grim expression on Anna's face didn't disappear. 

"To what price? No, Brian. I can't go to prison... I'm sorry," she said in a tone that nearly sounded sad as she stepped closer to him, making him frown and the unwell feeling in his stomach grown.

"What are you doing?" Brian stuttered as he stepped a step back, while his sister came closer.

"I'm sorry, brother..."was the last thing he heard, before a loud noise rung through his ears and his world went black...

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