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Mysteries of Twinbrook
Name	Mysteries of Twinbrook
Genre	Mystery
Created by	JM9193
Rating	PG13
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Mysteries of Twinbrook is a short story written by JM9193. It's a murder enigma whose protagonist is the detective Arlette Clucky who had already been mentioned for her solving thee murder of Gisèle Dortheimer's boyfriend and aunts.

Characters

• Arlette Clucky: A perceptive yet snobbish detective. She has a huge taste of luxury and only shows up in the classiest dresses and the most expensive jewels.

• 

  Arlette, the detective

*The other characters are all canon sims from Twinbrook.

Introduction

Milly Pidgin sat in her luxurious lounge along with her daughter Dilly. Those two were known in Twinbrook for the wealthiness but also for their peculiar clothing and alikeness. Milly was a sweet elderly lady whose kindnes was only equaled by her thoughtlessness and her strong sense of justice, and Dilly was somehow childish and she was indulged to her passion for reading by having a look on the local newspaper.

-Hey Ma! Did you see that? The municipal elections were rigged! Some people voted in the name of many deaceased persons!

-People might do anything for politics. What a shame. They all voted for Holly Greenwood?

-Yes. That means that the true winner was Beverly Castor. They arrested at least five people! Sinbad Rotter, Cat Stielburg...

-That's weird. I wouldn't have guessed that those ruffians were ecologists.

-I wouldn't have either. I wouldn't even have guessed that they were interested in politics.

Sinbad Rotter and Cathy Stielburg were indeed scoundrels who spent their time causing havoc around town.

Dilly continued reading the paper until something caught her attention in the obituaries. -Ma! Timmy's dead! Timothy DeBleu was a renowned egyptologiest. He lived near Twinbrook and recently discovered along with fellow twinbrookian archaeologist Tina-Patricia Copper the tomb of the King Raymundo Rodiekhkare in the Pyramid of the Burning Sands, Al Simhara. -Timmy DeBleu? Poor dear! He was so young. How did this happen? asked Milly.

-They say it's a blood poisoning. But... don't you think there might be something fishy about it?

-Why would there be something fishy about a septicemia? asked Mily, surprised.

-Well, said hesitantly Dilly, you remember what happened to the archaeologists that opened Toutankhamon's tomb... They all died mysteriously. And some of them also had a blood poisoning.

Milly couldn't believe what she just heard. Despite being a bit childish, Dilly has always laughed at supernatural.

-Those pharoh's curses stories are pure rubbish, dear. A septicemia might happen to anyone.

A Curse! What an Idea!

Chapter One

Two weeks later, miss Arlette Clucky atended at Tina-Patricia Copper's funeral. She wore a long black velvet dress, and an onyx surrounded by diamonds adorned her throat. She was visiting her best friend Mollie Kewell, who was a scientist who was passioned by bugs. Arlette couldn't see what Mollie could find in those critters except the fact that one might create some magnificent jewels with them, but she liked her anyway.

-Poor Pr. Copper, Arlette thought. She must've been the world's most unlucky person.To have a small meteor fall directly on her head. How unfortunate! She has been found in the swamps by her friend Pixie Carlton. The police first thought to a murder, but the lack of suspects, the emptiness of the swamp (the only person there was Pixie, who moreover had no mobile) and finally the proof that the rock that killed her was a meteor finally led the police the the conclusion that Tina-Patricia Copper was effectively killed by a falling meteor. And by the way, the other Egyptologist was dead, too! That will surely spread some idiotic rumors about some 3000 years old curse. People are so gullible in this town! However, it's still strange.

At the end of the funeral, everybody went to the collation. There, Arlette asked Mollie about the other persons that were present.

-You know, Mollie, all these people appear to be very special. What do you think about them?

-I do think that many of them are kinda nutty. For example, you see that woman, there?

Arlette looked at her. She was in the middle of her fifties and still wore a short skirt and outrageous makeup.

-That's Katherine Hunter. An awful virago coupled with a cougar. Her boyfriend just turned twenty. I hate her. She's mean, she's rude and she's unbearable. She once married Clark Peddler, but they divorced, and now they can't stand each other. Clark's at the bar, with his best friend, Penny.

Arlette stared at them. Clark was the typical hoodwink, with a wide, unfaithful smile, extravagant and colourful clothes, sunglasses... His friend appeared to be younger.and discrete. However, a unpleasant, calculating flicker shone in her eyes that was almost unnoticeable. During this time, Mollie continued her lampoon against her enemy.

-... and finally I once saw her swatting a poor scarab that did absolutely nothing to her! That's cruel!We nickname her Kat. Kat Hunter matches her personality, don't you think?

-I do, Mollie, I do... But... isn't it DeAndre Wolfe , the rock star? Nice! I didn't know he lived in Twinbrook.

-Well, now you know. He is a true womanizer. Almost every woman in town was after him: Milly Pidgin, Penny Pincher, Sofia Carlton...

-Who is Sofia Carlton?

-This girl, near the phonograph, dressed in pink. She is with her mother, Pixie.

Mollie indicated two women: the first one was in her mid-twenties and obviously loved hot pink. The other was fifty and had a very short hair and enormous earrings.

-Sofia and Pixie are despised by almost the entire community. Pixie's only friend was the professor Copper. She spends her entire time spreading scandals.

Arlette then paid attention to the old-fashioned couple next to the buffet.

-And who are them? she asked.

-They are the Castors. Beverly, the wife, is the mayor of the town. Poor Mrs. Castor. She had some tough times before being tha mayor.

-I heard about it. Some malevolent beings tampered with the votes in order to make her lose the election.

-Yeah. A group of ill-disposed rapscallions votes multiple times in the name of various deceased people. However, no one knows why they did this. Some think that they are ecologists. However I do have some doubts. I think they are members of a big crime syndicate in the town, and Beverly, who was a member of the municipal council, and had done lots of things in order to destroy the organization. That's probably why they didn't want her to win.

However, those small details didn't interest Arlette. The thing that interested her was the crime syndicate himself.

-There is a crime syndicate? In this small town?

-Why wouldn't it? There was once S.T.A.I.N., in Huntsville, and Huntsville is much smaller than Twinbrook. No one knows who runs it and even who the members are. However, there are some strong suspicions against the Racket clan. This family, around there. They are mysterious and they aren't much liked around there. They literally swim in cash. They are diabolically bright. The two elders, Max and Marigold are probably the ones who command everything. No one has been able to prove anything. They have three sons, but one is gone away, and died some time later. There also was Max's brother, Stephen, but he was struck by lightning some time ago. Finally there are the grandchildren and the daughter-in-law, who appear to be more "normal".

-Speaking of normality, this family appears to be normal...

-Which one?

-The one at the buffet, next to the Castors.

-Oh, you mean the Greenwoods? They are fierce ecologists. Holly is the one that lost against Beverly Castor at the municipal elections. She is the one who got the votes of the Dead. However, she was pretty shocked by the affair. She is now member of the municipal council.

-Yeah, Arlette thought. This town seems to have more than one secret. She was intrigued by the Rackets, a dark, gloomy and powerful family. Arlette then wondered if they coud get away with their actions that easily indefinetly...

Chapter Two

Three days later, Mary Baker, gifted cook who worked at the local brewery, went out to get her newspaper. She thought of that whole curse story. Many people thought of that whole curse story. And psychosis was about to strike in town since many people were more gullible than me, she thought. As if the entire town was now cursed since two egyptologists who opened a tomb lived there! Preposterous! Many of them were certain that death would strike again. This is all that darn fortune teller's fault. She said that there would be more deaths. As if I was about to encounter a corpse, right now!

Mary gazed at the Racket's manor.

-If something terrible happened, I wouldn't have any doubts about the killers. Those ones fiddle evil things.

Then she saw somebody lying on the ground behind their hydrangea parterre.

-That must be Silver trying to get a tan. What a dimwit. She didn't realized yet that she is whiter than an aspirin!

However, Mary realized that it wasn't Silver Racket. The woman's skin was slightly more livid... Mary approached and discovered with horror the lifeless body of Pixie Carlton.

Chapter Three

-In this case, at least, there is no ambiguity, decreed the inspector Deena Tex.

The forensic specialist found out that Mrs. Carlton was poisoned with mercury. One had found a broken thermometer in the hydrangeas. The case appeared to be clear. The Rackets must have been guilty. However, the constable Copperfield had some doubts about it. And he shares these doubts with the inspector.

-Dee, are you sure that the Rackets have done the deed?

-Who else might have? Deena asked.

-I think that it's the daugher, Sofia. She has a mobile.

-True. I don't see why Marigold & Co would have killed Pixie. However, she could have discovered something against them. This is highly unlikely, since the police have been seeking evidence for years. But Mrs. Carlton was a notable gossip.

-This is possible indeed. However, I still doubt it. The Racket are almost undeniably criminal geniuses. We are searching a single valid clue against them for nearly thirty years. Would they let a corpse and the murder weapon in their own bush? That would equal suicide: it would be a horrible mistake! After all what they accomplished? This is absurd! I would rather investigate Miss Carlton.

-You're probably right, reluctantly admitted Deena.

Sofia Carlton was subsequently arrested for her mother's murder. The thermometer was identified as Sofia's by a neighbor. Sofia had no alibi despite claiming having one. She however had a mobile. And some slight trace of mercury in her garden.

However, Sofia's alibi occured to be real: a young botanist, named Matthew Smith, claimed to have gotten out of fuel in front of Miss Carlton's house (she and her mother did not live together), and asked her for some gazoline approximatively at the time of the crime. He then fled to France and didn't hear about the murder until he came back. And Sofia now had an alibi. And she had to be released.

Chapter Four

-I desperately need you help, miss Clucky, said Deena.

Arlette listened carefully what the desperate inspector said. Every single track has been followed for Mrs Carlton's murder, and all of them were proved to be false, the whackiest and the most likely alike.

-Hmm. I've already thought about this case. Miss Carlton's innocence has sadly been proven. She would be the perfect suspect.

-The assassin is undoubtedly very bright. He provided two false tracks to follow. The only problem was that unexpected botanist.You see, I need you since possible witnesses would rather talk to you than to the police. Moreover, I'm overwhelmed with work. I already have to solve a case of embezzling in the SPA. The ideal culprit was Max Racket, but at the time, he was in a small town in France, called Orgueil, or something like this.

-Mmmh. Who are the other suspects?

-There are some people who work at the spa, like Renee William-Brown, Penny Pincher or the mayor's husband... Oh and there was also Holly Greenwood's husband, Oliver.

-You wanna take a bet? asked suddently Arlette. I write the name of my prime suspect on this paper, and you open it when you solved the case. If I was right, you owe me £6. If I wasn't, I owe you £6.

-Well, that's interesting. At least it takes me out of the routine. I have to go, now.

The inspector Tex took the envelope and went out, and Arlette wondered about her first visit. She decided to question Sofia's neighbors first. She took her hat and her gloves, and went out.

Chapter Five

Arlette's first visit was for the local cougar Kat Hunter. Whe, she arrived, she was screaming at the little newspaper delivery girl who just nastily send the newpaper on her cat.

-Out of my sight you dirty little pest! Next time you throw the paper on my little Rondoudou, I'm gonna knock you out with a shovel, Dee!

She turned around and noticed Arlette.

-Oh, you're miss Arlette Clucky? My Buck told me that you're that detective everyone talks about. I'm sorry about this shouting. Is it in French that Désirée means desired? Because this Desiree is really undesirable. She intentionally throws the newspaper in the worse place, like in a puddle or in flower parterres. Please, do come in! Make yourself at home.

Arlette crossed the door. The house wasn't that big, but appeared to be comfortable. She then saw Katherine Hunter's boyfriend, and Arlette (who wasn't that much younger than Miss Hunter) envied the cougar. His tan skin, huge smile and black hair along with his youth made him very attractive. He greeted Arlette and said nothing else. Katherine was obviously the one that was going to talk.

-I suppose that you want me to talk about that gruesome murder. I won't mince: I'm convinced that the murder is Sofia Carlton. She have herited lots of money thanks to her mother's death.

-She has an alibi.

-Twaddle! Do you believe those nonsenses? This incredible luck does only happen in novels. I'm certain that Matthew Smith is in the know.

-That's highly improbable. Matthew never came to Twinbrook, lived in Riverblossom Hills and never left it, while Sofia rarely get out of town in fear of straying in a place without a mall. Or at least, that's what Mollie says.

Mollie indeed didn't carry Sofia in her heart.

-Moreover, she continued, there was not a single mention of Matthew Smith anywhere in Sofia's or Pixie's house.

-What? And you believe this? shouted Kat mockingly. I saw him. Last month. He was walking in the wealthy neighborhood.

-Are you sure? asked Arlette, incredulous.

She didn't imagine that nice Matthew Smith as a murderer or an accomplice.

-If I wasn't sure of it, I woudn't tell you. If you want to, you can ask the Sargeants. Those two know everything about the town.

Ten minutes later, Arlette moved toward the Sargeant's home, amazed by what she just heard. As a matter of fact, no one could prove that Matthew never came to Twinbrook. But she couldn't believe it.

She arrived near the three house that belonged respectively to the Sargeants, 3 geeky guy, that went on a three-month trip to China and an elderly, sneaky author, Anna-Liza Riddle. In the latter's attic, Arlette distinctly saw a telescope aimed at the neighborhood. From this point, Miss Riddle could see anything, except the Ivy Hill Graveyard, located behind the house, on a hill. She appeared to be spying on everyone, and she might have seen something.

Arlette decided to pay her a visit, but no one answered when she knocked at the door. This piqued Arlette curiosity, and she went to the french window on the left side of the house. What she saw through it made her skin crawl.

Chapter Six

-Another body! sight the inspector Deena Tex when Miss Riddle's corpse was taken away. I'll perhaps believe in that damn curse if all this nonsense continues! She's been smashed with a fire poker. She probably never knew who iced her.

-What does the forensic say? asked Arlette.

-Anna-Liza Riddle got murdered at 3 pm, something like one hour ago. The murderer had all the time he needed to get in and out without being noticed. The next-door neighbors are gone and the Sargeants couldn't see anything: the house between their's and Anna-Liza's is much too big.

-Any suspicions? asked Arlette.

-I thought you's already figured out who iced that old lady, ironized Deena Tex, obviously referencing to the bet they've made earlier that day.

-No, I did not. I'm just pretty sure that this murder is related to Pixie Carlton's.

-I didn't need you to figure this out, Arlette. This is so evident! But why would someone kill HER?

-I think she learnt something. And she must have talked about it to the wrong person. Did you see the telescope in her attic?

-No, I didn't.

-She could see the entire town through it, excepts from the cemetery. She apparently enjoyed spying on the twinbrookians.

-That's why she was not liked by her neighbors.

-What? asked Arlette.

-Most of her neighbors couldn't bear her. One of them is gone. And the Sargeants literally hate her.

-Speaking of the Sargeants, we can ask them if they saw something, said Arlette, thinking about Katherine Hunter's words..

-Yeah. I know them. They are two very succesfull investigators. They sent countless criminals behind bars. However, they still have a lot of work. Criminality never decreased in that town. That's weird.

Chapter Seven

Arlette and Deena want to the 336, Sterling Street, and knocked at the door. A woman in unsophisticated yet flattering clothes with a perfect brushing opened it.

-Good afternoon, Madame, said politely Arlette. Are you Mrs Sargeant?

-Indeed, I am. Oh, good afternoon, Dee. How are you?

-I'm fine, Scout. You probably heard about Miss Riddle.

-Yeah, she's dead. However, I won't miss her. Come in, don't remain on the threshold. Do you want something to drink?

-Yes thanks you. I'd take a cup of tea, said Deena.

-And I'd take a good nectar, if it's possible, added Arlette.

-Ok.

Scout turned around and yelled:

-Bobby! Could you please pour two glasses of nectar and a cup of tea? Deena and another woman are here! You know, for that old hag's murder!

-She then turned toward Arlette.

-Oh, you're Miss Arlette Clucky? We've heard of your investigations.

-Indeed I am, smiled Arlette.

She looked around her. Bobby's and Sabina "Scout" Sargeant's house was as plain as Mrs Sargeant's clothing. No trinket, nothing unuseful. It was clean and tidy. This matched Sabina's and Bobby's job, that needed organization.

The three woman sat on nice, striped brown and white armchairs, and were joined by Bobby who was bringing the drinks. Arlette tasted the nectar, and this was a pure delight.

-You probably know, preluded Bobby, that we couldn't care less about that old shrew's actions.

Arlette was surprized by Bobby's tone. Sabina remarked it, and explicated:

-Whe couldn't stand that elderly woman. She was a true viper. Always snooping in other people's business. Did you see the telescope in her attic?

-Yes. That's why I wanted to visit her, said Arlette.

-She used it to spy on her neighbors. All of her neighbors. We were fed up with her gossips. Especially since our job need a lot of caution. She must have discovered one's big secret. And that person probably assassinated her.

-It's surely related to Mrs Carlton's death. She was a notable gossip. In fact, ALL of the gossips are dead. Miss Copper, Mrs Carlton and Miss Riddle. We called them the Infernal Three.

-What? asked Arlette.

-Those three were friends and they loved nothing more than spreading scandals.

-Interesting, said Arlette. But let's get back to the main topic. Do you have an alibi between 2 and 4 pm?

-We both worked in our lounge. No witness. Do you still have questions to ask us?

Deena was about to give a negative answer, but Arlette was quicker.

-Yes, we have. I just met Katherine Hunter, and she spoke about and interesting thing, and that you could give me some details. She told me that Matthew Smith, who is Miss Carlton's alibi, has already been in town, and possibly knew Miss Carlton, despite saying otherwise.

Deena stared at Arlette. She visibly was very surprised. Bobby answered.

-That's very possible. And I think it's even the truth. I think I indeed saw that guy once, in Puddlewick road, just next to her house. I didn't pay attention to it, but now that you tell it to me, I think you're right. And that would correspond to the scenario. The two know each other, and he accepted to help her to get an alibi (or else, why would he say he's never been there?). And Riddle saw them. She make an allusion, and Sofia knows that she knows. She then has no other choice than to kill her.*

Five minutes later, Arlette and Deena were back in the street.

-Would you please explain to me why you didn't tell me about Mr Smith, asked Deena, visibly upset.

-I just learnt it. And I didn't want to spoil the surprise.

-Perhaps were we after the right person since the beginning.

-The first suspects you got were the Rackets. And it's highly probable that they're innocents.

-True.

-I'd like to see Miss Carlton, said Arlette suddently.

-I guess we will have to see her, in order to arrest her. The Sargeants's words were perfectly clear. And they are kno to be very perceptive persons.

Arlette thought then about the Infernal Three, as Mrs Sargeant called them. She, despite Sabina's unhonorary description of them, wished to have known those three women. The first one died before she arrived. She briefly saw Miss Riddle, with her salmon pink dress, lilac Pullover, hat and large, square-shaped glasses, and the same for Mrs Carlton, with her short hair and silver earring. All three were pushing up daisies, and two of them were assassinated.

Suddently, a small idea came in Arlette's mind. And if...? But she shook her head and tentatively forgot it in order to focus on Miss Carlton.

Chapter Eight

Arlette and Deena arrived in front of a large house, and the young Sofia opened the door.

-Good afternoon.

-Miss Carlton, I do have an arrest warrant against you and Mr Smith for Pixie Carlton's murder, said Deena.

-What's this nonsense? abruptly asked Sofia.

-Many witnesses saw Mr Smith in town one month ago, and he was near your house! You knew him and asked him for an alibi! Mrs Riddle probably discovered it, and you also killed her!

-No, I didn't, cried Sofia! That's a vicious lie!

-Do you have an alibi? grinned Deena sadistically.

-How could I? I was there, alone, all the afternoon! That's imossible! Not again!

She then burst into tears, and Deena Tex handcuffed her.

Chapter Nine

The next day, Deena stormed in Mollie's kitchen and charged toward Arlette.

-HOW DID YOU GUESS? she vociferated. How did you guess that Penny Pincher was the embezzler! Everything accused Renee William-Brown!

-I observed this young woman during the funerals said Arlette while wiping Mollie's dress on which the latter spilled her coffee during the inspector's sensational arrival. She appeared to be normal, but she had an unpleasant, calculating glow in her look. When you told me she worked at the Spa, I was certain that she was the guilty one. However I had no proof, nor did I have clue. That was just an intuition. And you owe me £6.

-You just had luck, grumble the inspector while giving the money to Arlette. At least we finally got Miss Carlton once and for all.

-I'm not sure, Mollie told. Letty told me that she had somebody else in mind.

-WHAT? screamed Deena, this time almost scaring Mollie enough to drop her tartine on her friend's purple, satined dress.

-That's true, said Arlette. I told Mollie that Sofia might not be guilty. I'll tell you how this probably happened.