THE TRAGIC DEATH - CHAPTER 1

Clara Dawn began to put some ointment on her wounds. "Clara! How did this happen? Are you okay?" Annie Dawn, her mother, asked worriedly. "Mom. Please calm down. I am absolutely fine." She replied soothingly. "Fine?! No! You don't look good!" Annie shouted. "Oh well, I was just driving my car, but then suddenly, a herd of cows came in front of the vehicle. I couldn't hurt them! I turned the steering wheel, but, alas, I banged into a tree, and I don't know how I fainted. Some strangers helped me. It was just an accident!" Clara explained, looking at her deep wounds. It was bleeding heavily. "Clara, the blood is oozing out very heavily! We must go to a doctor." Annie realized. 

They went to a doctor. He said that Clara's wounds needed stitches. The young girl was scared, as she had never had such a serious accident!  

After the complete treatment, Clara and her family slowly walked out of the Doctor's cabin. There, a man stood, wailing loudly and terribly. He seemed very unhappy. Clara ran to the man. Who knew, that may be a new mystery awaited Clara? 

She loved helping people. The man was still wailing. "What happened, sir? Why are you crying?" The young girl asked. "They....killed her..." He began. "Killed whom?" Clara asked, perplexed. 

Suddenly, some nurses came out, pushing a stretcher. A dead body was placed on it. The man cried even more loudly this time. Clara consoled him. 

After some time, the man sat on a bench. Clara asked, "Please tell me what happened, sir!" "The girl whom you saw as dead, was my beloved. We loved each other a lot. But, someone killed her! How am I supposed to live without her, now?!" He finally answered. "How did she get killed?" The young sleuth asked. "It was a murder, to be exact. Her name was Scarlette. Her father wanted her to inherit his will." The man said. "And, I am George Topherson." 

The man seemed really upset. Of course, why wouldn't he?

"So, whom do you suspect, George?" Clara asked, impatient. "Well, I don't really know that." Came the reply. 

George said that investigation could begin at Scarlette's place, where she lived with her sister, Meghan. 

They quickly sped towards the house. Inside, Meghan, the dead girl's sister, sat. She was writing something in her diary. When Clara stepped inside, Meghan accidentally dropped the notebook. Clara could make out the word 'Mission'. "Meghan, why are you smiling?!!" George shouted at her. "Your sister is dead, and you're smiling?!" 

"I know that," She quickly said, but then she changed her words. "I meant that this is... such...a..um sad news!" 

She started crying. Were they real tears of sorrow, or......?  

"We need to investigate, I hope you don't have an issue." Clara told, and she went inside further. 

George led her towards Scarlette's room. "This is her room." He said. Scarlette's portrait hung on the wall. She was beautiful, really. Anyone could've fallen in love with her! 

Clara rummaged through the drawers. She found the will. They opened it. It was written, "I, James Scott, hereby declare, that this will should be rightfully given to my daughter, Meghan Scott." 

"Meghan? Didn't you tell that this will was supposed to be presented to Scarlette?" Clara asked, confused. "Yes. It is true. And, did you notice, there's a patch beneath Meghan's name?" George replied. "Oh yes! Seems as if someone removed Scarlette's name, and put her sister's name." Clara realized. 

"Who could've done this horrible thing?!" George asked, fuming with anger. 

*TO BE CONTINUED* .........