THE CLUBHOUSE

The next day, a memorial service is being held for Trixie. Everyone wears usual black clothing for the funeral.

I'm sitting in the windowsill, looking out of the window. Alessandra Johnson slowly walks up to me.

"Catty?" Alessandra said.

I look at Alessandra and small smiles at her. "Hey, Alessandra."

"I just wanted to check on you." Alessandra said to me.

"That's thoughtful of you, AJ." I said to her. "Can I share something with you?"

"Sure. What is it?" Alessandra said, sitting down next to me on the windowsill.

"I saw Marguerite yesterday late afternoon at the swimming hole when you phone called me about Trixie." I tell her.

"I saw her too, but I didn't know why she was there." said Alessandra.

"Trixie and Shelley are working with Marguerite's Mafia business." I told Alessandra.

And then, Alessandra looks at me, realizing what I was getting at. "You think Marguerite had something to do with Trixie's death."

"I saw Trixie and Shelley before Trixie died. They told me that they didn't have any jobs, and so, Marguerite came to them and offered them a job and offered them money. I warned them to escape Marguerite's Mafia business, but they couldn't."

"Because Trixie and Shelley might've seen or know something about Marguerite." Alessandra said, upon figuring out.

"And then, suddenly, Trixie ends up dead in the swimming hole." I said to her. "Is that crazy or not, Alessandra?"

"No, I don't think it's crazy at all, Catty, because your mother and I have been working together on a case against Marguerite Levesque as well." Alessandra said.

"Shelley is the only person left to question. She might know something, but she's scared of what might happen if she talks, especially, the Special Agents." I said to Alessandra.

"You have a good point, Catty." Alessandra said. "I'll have Shelley visit the Special Agent field office."

"Could you let me know? I would like to help?" I asked.

"Sure." Alessandra said.

Alessandra and I gently fist bumps and she gets up walking away.

Sebastian, Grayson, Leigh Ann and Sasha looks at me and I look at them.

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ROCHELLE'S DINER

Later that day after the memorial
service, Sebastian, Grayson, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I are sitting in a booth table across from each other, sharing a sausage pepperoni, cheese pizza with sweet teas.

"You have a theory don't you?" Leigh Ann asked me.

"Yeah, I do." I said. "I spoke to Trixie and Shelley yesterday late afternoon and then, Trixie ends up dead. The thing is, I saw Marguerite at the swimming hole where Trixie's dead body was found."

"So, you think that Marguerite killed Trixie?" Sebastian guessed.

"Maybe, she did. We all saw how annoyed she became when I called out her husband, Remy, on his bullshit at the general hospital." I said.

"Yeah, she was annoyed." Grayson said.

"I saw Marguerite's bodyguard and chauffeur, Toney, with her." I also added.

"She could've sent Toney to kill Trixie. Trixie had her throat silt and blood on her neck and clothes." Sasha said.

My phone buzzes on the table. I pick up my phone and looks at it.

Alessandra Johnson

I answer my phone. "AJ?"

"Hey, Catty. I'm at the Special Agent field office. Shelley is in the interrogation room." Alexandra said to me on the phone.

"Okay. I'm on my way." I said to her. And I hangs up my phone. "I gotta go, you guys. I asked Alessandra to call me when she questioned Shelley. I'll see you guys later."

"Okay." Sasha said.

I gets up and walks away.

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SPECIAL AGENT FIELD OFFICE

That afternoon, in the interrogation room, Alessandra and I are sitting at the table across from Shelley.

Shelley told Alessandra what she told me. But there's something else that's bothering Shelley.

"Trixie's dead and I could be next." Shelley said.

"We can protect you, Shelley." Alessandra said.

"Not from the Marguerite's Mafia, you can't. She's just like her husband." Shelley said.

"Shelley? I know you're scared of Marguerite." I said to her.

"I'm way past scared, Catty. I'm fucking paranoid because whenever my phone rings, I think it's Marguerite or Toney." Shelley said.

"Does Marguerite have anything on you that she can use against you as leverage?" Alessandra asked.

"Nothing." Shelley replied.

Alessandra and I exchange worried looks at each other.

shortly after . . .

In the lounge room, I'm gently backwards against the door frame with Alessandra.

"Shelley is totally fucking scared of Marguerite Levesque." Alessandra said. "All we know is what she told me."

"Can you work with the information that Shelley told you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Alessandra said.

Suddenly, a commotion is in the bullpen office. Alessandra and I slowly walks into the bullpen office and looks at Shelley with a gun in her hand.

"Shelley, put the gun down." I tell her. "Please, Shelley?"

"Marguerite has her ways of finding out things." Shelley said. "She went after Trixie and now, she's gonna come after me."

"Shelley? You know me." I said to her. "I can help you."

"I know you want to help me, Catty, but you can't." Shelley said.

"Shelley, please, don't do this?" Alessandra said. "Please, put the gun down."

Shelley looks at the gun in her hand and looks at me and Alessandra teary-eyed. "I'm sorry."

Shelley puts the gun to her forehead temple.

"Shelley, no?!" I exclaimed.

And Shelley pulls the trigger, ending her young adult life.

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Minutes after, Shelley's dead body lays on the carpet floor with a bullet wound in her forehead temple with blood splatt and the gun lays an inch on the floor next to her.

Her dead body is covered in a cloth sheet.

Alessandra and I sits in sofa chairs, distraught over Shelley's suicidal death.

My Mom and Dad slowly walks up to us.

"Alessandra? Catty?" My Dad said.

"We tried to help her, but she was too scared and paranoid." I said.

"So, she pulled the trigger and killed herself. Right there." Alessandra said.

"Agent Johnson? You should go home, composure yourself." My Mom said and looks at me. "Catty? Go home."

"Okay." I said.

I gets up and so does Alessandra. She and I exchange gloomy looks at each other. We share a hug and I walks away.

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BECKETT HOUSE

That evening, Sebastian, Grayson, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I are sitting at the kitchen countertop.

"I can't believe Shelley killed herself." Grayson said.

"It was Marguerite's fault." I said.

"We have to take down Marguerite Levesque." Sasha said.

My phone buzzes on the kitchen countertop. I pick it up and looks at it.

Alessandra Johnson

I answer my phone and puts it on speakerphone. "Alessandra?"

"Catty? How would you like to get revenge on the Mafia bitch, Marguerite?" Alessandra asked.

"To avenge, Trixie and Shelley? Hell yeah." I said.

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