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Part One: 'If You Feel Like Dying, You Might Want To Say''
The phone in room 13 rang repeatedly over the last two hours. The police forensic team was still examining the body; they had not found a weapon or a suicide note. But that's the only thing it could have been, they said. He must have had an assistant, that's the only way he could have been stabbed in the back, they said. The phone began to ring again, and the room stood in silence. All the people in the room stared at the telephone. This had to be her. One inspector stepped out of the crowd of people that had formed around the body and picked up the phone.

'Hello, is this Miss. Jones?' the inspector asked, hoping that it was.
'Yes I am Miss Jones, I was told to call you.'
'Miss Jones, we need your assistance, we have something we can't quite figure out.'
'Where are you? I guessed you were in a hotel with the dial code, what has happened?'
'I'm sorry, but this is an unsecured phone connection, meet me at Newcastle Train station at half past eight tonight.'
'Don't you think that's a bit early, I need to pack.'
'This is urgent Miss Jones, we need you as soon as possible.' The inspector hung up and stared around at the people around him.
'Get back to work will you, we need to know who he is and why he killed himself now!' A few rooms away a woman hung up the phone. She pulled out her mobile phone and rang the number. She repeated the conversation she had just heard.
'So they are bringing her in, this will hit her bad.' A voice crackled over the phone.
'She wasn't there remember, she doesn't even know he still exists.' Replied the women, she picked up the jar of blood she kept on a shelf and began to smear it across her face, 'And we need to keep it that way.'

Sarah Jones stared down at the phone, wondering if it is worth the trouble. She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled the middle drawer open. The letter had been lying there for over a month now. She said to herself that she was going to go, but she was to busy that night. The chunks of scarlet wax lay in the drawer beside the letter. One piece of wax was embossed with an eye; it seemed to stare up in wonder. She looked towards the mirror and saw her long blonde hair was a tangled around her earrings. Her dark brown eyes stared back at her with disgust and regret.

'I should have gone, ' Sarah said to herself. She sat alone for the next five minutes before she burst into tears.
'I should have gone to see him'

Later that night, Sarah arrived at Newcastle train station twenty past eight, ten minutes early. The last time she stood at the station was when she was in year nine, going on a drama trip to London, when she and Lily were still friends.

The argument had been the tip of the iceberg in their fight for freedom from the other. They had spent the last four years as best friends. People always knew that if one were there the other would follow. Two peas in a pod people would say. Despite all this there was always friction between them. In the second year of their friendship two people joined their group, Alex and Emily. After the rocky relationship Alex had experienced with her boyfriend of year seven and most of year eight she needed comfort from a friend, and these two were perfect. Emily joined them after her shell of being alone and quiet was needed to be broke. In junior school she spent a lot of time alone with herself so in year eight she decided to get away from this and join a group of people she could trust. After a year of this group two more people managed to squirm their way into the group of people, Kelly and Laura. These two girls had originally been friends with Abbey and Amanda but they gradually drifted apart over time. The group was now very unstable, with people fighting and leaving others out, it was the centre of negativity in the school.

'Miss. Jones?' said a voice, Sarah span around to face a tall man with dark hair and tough looking face. He had Mediterranean skin and he was dressed in a black suit with a white tie and shirt. His facial features were aged, showing he was getting old, or led a very stressful life.
'Yes, Sarah Jones...' Sarah was cut of by a man who pushed in between the two, 'Do you mind?'
'Just leave him Miss Jones, People are like this up North.' Said the inspector.
'I was born in South Shields Inspector and I would prefer you would call me Sarah, Miss makes me sound old.'
'Whatever you say Miss. Sarah.' The inspector escorted Sarah off to a Black Mercedes a few yards from the train station. Sarah stared down Scotswood Road at the Life Centre.
' I'm surprised the centre is still here after the habisphere problems.' She said to the inspector, trying to make a conversation.
'Too early for me Sarah, I've only lived in Newcastle a few months now, I moved from Italy." He told her. As the two got into the car the inspector told Sarah that there had been a murder at the Hilton hotel.
'So you've called me up here for a murder?' said Sarah with disapproval, ' I specialize in cryptology Sir, I don't see how an MI5 agent will be able to help.'
'Its not the murder you need to look at,' With that the inspector slammed on his break. They where outside the Hilton hotel now.

While Sarah and the inspector headed up towards the elevator he finally introduced himself properly. He told her his name was Corrado Mercuriali. He said his family descended back to Italy, and for some unknown reason he told her his birthday was April 30th.
The women left the room with her face covered. She passed Sarah in the corridor. She stepped into the elevator. As the doors drew to a close she couldn't help but laugh to herself.

As Sarah entered room thirteen dozens of people stared at her. They looked as if they had been expecting her for days and were desperate to see her. As Corrado entered the room everyone began to work again. Sarah could see that a sheet had been thrown over a chair to conceal something. Corrado took her over and lifted the white sheet. Sarah stared down in horror at what she saw.

Screams uttered down the elevator shaft. The women continued to laugh as she walked through the lobby. Everything was going as planned.

Sarah stared down at the body in front of her. The body's lifeless eyes stared up at her.
'I know him,' uttered Sarah, she couldn't take her eyes from the body's neck; 'I used to go to school with him. I went to Flamingo land with him. It's Steven.' His long brown hair fell in front of his eyes. Corrado took the sheet and covered up the man's body again. He tried to take Sarah out of the room but she wouldn't budge.

'Come on Sarah,' He said to her, 'You need to get away from this.' Sarah wrapped herself around him and began to cry. He took her out of the room and across the hall into another. He sat with her as she cried, never letting loose of the inspector's arm.
The woman was drawing closer to the house. She took a brick from the garden and hurled it into the window. She took the jar from her bag and poured the remaining blood across the window ledge.