Group+A

Welcome to Group A's nail biting murder mystery. We are sure you will enjoy your time spent here. Group A is comprised of 5 students. Those 5 student are Elf Trout and La Corny Jets, from Jacquet River, and Had En Jog, Relaunch Boy, and Beret Brr Wet, all Keswick Ridge students. In their brainstorming session, they have selected to create a cold case, murder mystery involving a famous hockey player.

Group A 1982 The crowd was going wild. The score was 5-5. Two seconds left, Robin LaCroix shot the puck into the net, confirming the Red Maples place in the play-offs. The screams of joy from the fans were deafening. In the commotion nobody noticed a dark figure pulling out a hand gun. LaCroix was doing a victory lap, fist in the air as the figure patiently waited for him to draw closer. As he came into range a shot rang out. La Croix collapsed in a growing pool of blood. There was a shocked silence from the hundreds of onlookers. Sirens were heard and paramedics rushed onto the ice. He would later be taken to the hospital and be proclaimed D.O.A., or dead on arrival. No one noticed the mysterious killer vanish into the shadowy alleyway outside. The murderer has never been found. This case is cold. Cold as the ice LaCroix died on. * Investigators had tried for years to solve the cold case of Robin LaCroix but they couldn’t and find evidence.  This suspect must have been very deceitful!!!  Early January 2009 an Investigator named Lauren Brooke was in her office in Quebec City. During her lunch break in, she got an unexpected letter.  She opened the letter, it said My name is Roberta LaCroix, I am Robin LaCroix mother. I would be so grateful if you could help solve the cold case of my dear son Robin LaCriox; of his sad murder 27 years ago. You are the best investigator in Quebec City; I know you can solve the case. Sincerely: Roberta LaCroix ||
 * Dear Lauren Brooke,

She started to tear up!! Lauren was very upset! The more upset she got the more confident she was to solve the case.  Lauren took a walk to the huge file room that holds the cold case files. She closes the door and opens the file of the cold case of Robin LaCroix with a shock on her face.

“First thing first,” thinks Lauren, “I have to talk to the witnesses.” So Lauren after some very clever deductions and many long and tedious phone calls which I will not reconstruct because they would surely put you to sleep, Lauren arranges a meeting with the team’s old coach. Lauren walked up the steps of a creaky old bungalow in a quiet neighborhood ‘off the beaten path’. She shivered and tugged her coat closed around her neck. A dog barked somewhere as she strode briskly up the walk. It was a cool autumn day and the wind whipped her dark brown hair around her face. With an overwhelming feeling foreboding, Lauren knocked on the door. “Come in! Come in. I’m so glad you’re here.” A balding old man held the door open and Lauren stepped inside. Contrary to the outside appearance, the house was warm and richly decorated. There was a trophy case on display at the far end of the hall. He noticed her looking at it and his face lit up in delight. “Oh, you like my trophies, do you! All my finest moments, summed up in the beautiful glass box! I built it myself you know.” “Mr. Chadder, it is so very kind of you to invite me to your home like this.” Lauren said, gratefully. It was good to be out of the cold. “Well, why don’t we go into the kitchen and I’ll make us a cup of tea.” He said, already leading the way through a door. The kitchen was plain but clean and Lauren said down at the wooden table in the center. Mr. Chadder set down two cups of tea and then sat down himself. Lauren pulled out a writing pad and a pen. “Mr. Chadder, do you mind if I ask you some questions concerning the death of Robin LaCroix?” “Of course not, but please, call me William.” ‘He seemed to jump when I mentioned LaCroix’s name.’ Lauren thought. ‘Strange.’ “Now, do you remember anything unusual about the night Mr. LaCroix was shot?” She asked, making a mental note of the twitch. //** //**  //**  //**  //**  //** .  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //**  //** He was suspected of man slaughtering 3 other hockey players who had played in LaCroix’s position before him. So why would he kill his brother, when he worked so hard to get him on the team? It was time for Lauren to do some deep thinking, so she got her coat and went to do what she always did. It was time to consult Sherlock Holmes. 20 minuets later she was on her couch in her pajamas, eating frozen yogurt and clicking ‘play’ on the remote. If there was one thing she had missed about his mysterious case, she would find it now. When it got to a part, she paused the old film. Sherlock was making a brainstorm chart, showing suspects, motives, and suspicions. She took out her old white board and made a chart like this: Suspect / Motive /Suspicious Behavior Edward unknown didn’t show up to game LaCroix violent nature, criminal record William unknown nervousness Chadder abrupt mood change “Neither of them have a motive.” She thought out loud. She pressed play on the TV. Sherlock did some sneaking about, with Watson following. She sighed and turned off the TV. There was nothing helpful in this episode. “Wait-“thought Lauren, “why is the mother only contacting someone now?” She reached for the phone until she realized that she didn’t know the mothers number. “Strange.” Back at work a little while later, she was digging through her trash can. It was late, 10-ish and Lauren and the janitor were the only ones left in the office. Finally she straightened an open envelope in her hand. It was the envelope the letter from Robin’s mother had come in. She looked at the return address. It said “111 Marcus Drive” which was the same as the address of William Chadder. She had to go back to his house.
 * // “Well, in the corner of my eye, I could see a commotion going on, two men were fighting”.
 * // “Go on” Lauren ask if she wanted to hear more.
 * //  “When I eventually looked, that’s when a loud sound rang out, and my favorite hockey player died before my eyes”. Mr.Chadder said with tears in his eyes.
 * // “I’m sorry”, Lauren said with a gentle light voice, "  //****//  Anything else that you might remember".
 * // “I didn’t see his brother, Edward LaCroix. He always goes to every one of his brother’s games but not that one. Edward is kind of mental” Mr. Chadder replied.
 * // “Cou-Cou Cou-Cou” the arrows hit the 12 on the Cou-Cou clock that sat on the shelf on the wall. Nicely carved clock, a nice coat of varnish, probably from, the late nineteen hundreds.
 * // “Get out”, said Mr. Chadder in a panic
 * // “What” Lauren replied with a surprise.
 * // “Get out”, Mr.Chadder sounded mad or scared.
 * // He pushed Lauren out the door and slammed it behind her. It made a weird noise that sounded like an inexperienced drum player playing the drums.
 * // “This interview brought me a little closer to my objective, but now I think I should visit Mr. Edward LaCroix”. Lauren pondered to herself.
 * //  Lauren returned to her office in Quebec City. As soon as she arrived she went to her computer, typed in Edward LaCroix. His file explodes on the scene.
 * // LaCroix, he lives only an hour away and has been charged for drugs and D.U.I. in the past several weeks. The next foggy morning Lauren took a drive to see Edward LaCroix’s house. As she arriving she seen a mailbox that once had a name on it, but severally crossed out. A long dirt road that looked like it has never been used. Trees that were dead as if the autumn weather sucked the out of them. As she pulled up to the odd looking house she was anxious and scared. She got out of the car and slammed the door. Crows took flight from the back of the house. She walked up the creaking steps and in the dark dirty window, she could see a figure. Before she had the time to knock on the door, a deep answered.
 * // “Who’s there” said the figure.
 * // “It Lauren Brooke, I am a detective from Quebec City” replied Lauren.
 * // “Get off my property” he said with a manly voice.
 * // I’m looking for Edward LaCroix” said Lauren with an anxious voice hoping the man would open the door. You could hear locks becoming unlocked.  //****//  A long shotgun barrel sprang out from the door.
 * // “I’ll give you the count of five to get off my property”
 * // Lauren froze in the sight of the gun.
 * // “One”
 * // “Two”
 * // “Three”
 * // At three she snapped back to reality. She turned and walked down the steps, opened the door of her car, shut the door and drove away. She wondered why she didn’t take control, didn’t take action of the situation. Lauren was very disappointed in herself but she still wasn’t going to give up.  //**
 * // The next day Lauren went on the computer to see Edward LaCroix’s file, which she had left on the screen. She is scrolling through it fast when she sees something she will never forget...

Lauren was so confused! Was Roberta living at Mr. Chadder’s house? Was Mr. Chadder hiding something? Lauren asked herself many questions as she was pulling into 111 Marcus Drive. While she walked up the steps to the door, Lauren heard a loud scream. She opened the door so hard that it hit the wall creating a huge dent but Lauren didn’t care. She ran down the long hallway, and found Edward holding a steak knife very close to Mrs. Roberta’s tiny little neck! He was telling her not to tell a word about shooting her son. Roberta was trying as hard as she could to stand still so he wouldn’t slit her neck ,but when Edward saw Lauren he dropped the knife and ran out of the house so fast that he could have out run a jet. “Are you okay Mrs. Roberta?”Said Lauren. “Yeah I’m alright”, said Mrs. Roberta. Where is Mr.Chadder”, asked Lauren. “ He is at a meeting for hockey”, said Mrs. Roberta. “Why are you here?”, asked Lauren. Lauren alerted the police and her boss. They arrived there about 25 minutes after. It took them about the whole day to find Edward. When they found Edward he was hiding behind a store about 20 minutes away from Mr. Chadder’s house. They cuffed Edward and dragged him in to the police car and shoved him in. Later that day Lauren took Edward to an interrogation room. It turn out Mr. Chadder was right, Edward was mental. “All I want to know is, why did you kill your brother”, Lauren said in a loud voice. “Well my mother always gave more attention to Robin since we were kids. Like when he asked to play hockey he got what he wanted, but when I asked to play baseball my mom said no and took robin to hockey. I felt that I was invisible and I couldn’t take it any more! So, I just shot my brother”, Edward said screaming. “Well then that’s all I need, put him behind bars until February 15, when he goes to court”, said Lauren. “No, no, no, please don’t, I take it all back”, said Edward. “See you in court” said Lauren”.