~* Part 2 *~
Private Investigator Jacquelyne Kismet sat at her computer finishing the last file on the case she had just
completed three days prior. The warm Oklahoma summer, breeze sailed through the open window slightly
blowing her shoulder length black hair. It was a quiet night and she was hoping she could go home early for
a change. She finished typing the last sentence , pleased with her hard work. Jacquelyne leaned back in her
leather chair and slowly exhaled, removing her fashionable reading glasses she closed her eyes enjoying
the harmony of the peaceful night, except for the low chirping of grasshoppers. She hadn't closed her eyes
for more than half a minute before the telephone rang, startling her from her train of thought.She sighed,
arose from her chair and made long strides to the phone, this is how she usually walked.
"Hello" she said in her low and relaxed voice.
Jacquelyne's voice expressed excitement as she spoke to an old friend from her childhood,. Steve Lironi
and Jacquelyne continued on their friendship all the way through the graduation of high school. Steve
explained the reason of the call.
" Oh yeah, I've heard of them , three little blond kids right?" she answered
"Oh no" she paused. "I will be there as soon as I can". Jacquelyne hung up the phone thinking of Steve.
She knew that Steve had just recently become a manger for some major record company, but she hadn't
talked to him in years, She wondered to herself how he got her office number.
He had just called to ask for her help. Steve manages the band Hensen Brothers, who she had heard of
before since her younger sister adored one of the members of the band. A light fixture fell on one of the
band members earlier that evening during a concert. Steve thought it might have been deliberate , she
thought he was jumping to conclusions, but she said she would check it out anyways .
She glanced at the clock it read 9:00.
"So much for turning in early" she muttered to herself quietly as she gathered up some things she might
need; a dusting kit, notepad, cellphone page , address book and on a not so serious note a Turkey sandwich
and a can of Cherry Coke( Two of her favourite foods) Although Jackie really enjoyed eating "junky" food,
one of her favourite being Happy Meals at McDonalds, she is a very toned and muscular person. Her love
of sunning explains her long strides when she walked.
As she quickly grabbed her Black brief case with all of the necessary contents in it, she turned off the
lights and quickly fished around in her leather jacket for her office key. She triumphantly pulled it out of
her pocket and locked the door. She jogged to her black sports car that was parked in the office parking lot.
She unlocked the door jumped in and jumped in , laying her briefcase beside her she started the car and
drove off. She adjusted the radio station to her favourite type of music, Classical music and once and
awhile she enjoyed some "Oldies" stuff.
Jacquelyne was a very unique person inside and out. She was 5'7 slim frame, shoulder length jet black
hair, mysterious piercing green eyes and her skin being pale, white as snow. Her hair had several maroon
streaks in the front of her hair, revealing her still young taste and adding to this her ears were each pierced
three times. Although Jackie was only 25 she was mature beyond her years, fascinated by Medieval History
and Unexplained events. Her preferences were in fact different from the typical 25 year old as well. She
almost always wore black or if not , she wore dark colours and the majority of the things she owned were
black. She had a very deep personality and looked at perspectives differently than others. Her original
dream wasn' t to be what she was today. Jacquleyne wanted to be in the music business, her outstanding
guitar talent won her many awards when she was younger.All her music was dark and a bit depressing and
caused people to think that she was a disturbed person, however she isn't . She is actually a good natured
person with an unusual sense of humor and sarcastic at times. She slowed her car down to a halt when she
reached a red light. As she waited patiently for the light to turn green her favourite piece came on the
radio; Eine Kleine Nacht Musik K.525 . She blasted the volume and soon began counting bars of the music
out loud and with her left had she moved it is a conductor like motion, two of her very reoccurring habits.
The light soon changed as she pressed the gas pedal down she sped off. She arrived at the theater five
minutes later. Steve was waiting for her while talking on his phone. She stepped out of the car and fixed her
black ankle skirt and black camisole tank top, Steve quickly hung up the phone after noticing she arrived.
He greeted her with a warm hug
" Jackie it has been too long" he said
"I know , it's great to see you again" she agreed
" Well I just got off the phone with the Hensen family and Zac is going to be ok, he is really lucky that he
only has a lot of cuts and bruises. Although he did have to have 21 stitches in his shoulder and 7 in his right
forearm, but he will be fully recovered in a couple of days. Thank God he is alright" Steve concluded.
"
That is awful" Jackie replied before saying " Alright take me to the stage"
Jackie followed Mr. Lironi up the ramp to a large wooden stage over looking a deserted theater. She
circled the fallen fixture , nothing looked unusual until something caught her eye. The large rope that held
the light up, showed all signs it had been cut not that it had just ripped. It was definitely cut with a knife for
it was not fraying or did it look worn.
"Steve was there anything unusual up above?" Jackie questioned as she tilted her head back staring at the
ceiling .
" No, the crew saw up saw no unfamiliar faces and we couldn't find anything peculiar , besides the police
have already done a thorough search ; nothing" he said
She nodded slowly and proceeded by dusting the area for finger prints , absolutely nothing.
"Steve there are no finger prints which is not a surprise, anyone handling a light as powerful as this one
would wear gloves otherwise they would be critically burned" She informed him.
"Perhaps we should talk with the family now" She said quietly, her mind still racing with questions.
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