THREE MURDERS IN TWO DAYS It was winter. My father was in the living room, reading the newspaper and my mother was cooking the supper in the kitchen while my brother Aaron Martin and I were in our bedroom playing computer games. Suddenly a foreign man knocked the door and my dad went to open and greeted our visitor. My brother is a seventeen years old boy. He was born on 2001 december 22th in Manchester. He has a brown courly hair and a brown eyes too. He is tall and thin like me but he doesn’t have my blonde hair and my beautiful blue eyes. I am younger than him because I am sixteen years old. We are Scotland Yard’s detectives because in our old past we solved a lot of crimes and steals. “Hello, Mr.Black, I would talk with your children.” He said to my dad. “Could I talked with them?” he asked. My father didn’t say anything and the young man upstairs going to my bedroom. I opened the door and I invited him to drink coffee with me. The reason of his visit was the murder of h