Chapter two- Evidence

{to Jane Poirot: okay, I am going to include a small excerpt from one of your stories here. hope you don't mind, if you do, I'll get rid of it on--just say the word. again, sorry if this offends you, and i'll take it down at your discretion}


Agatha Christie is a British author of mystery and crime fiction--

--famous for her novels Murder on the Orient Express, 4.50 From Paddington, and Ten Little Indians/And Then There Were None, among others--

--married Max Mallowan in 1945--

--lives in--


Vera points to a spot on the screen that lists Agatha Christie's place of residence. "Does it say who her lawyer is?"

Lombard looks for a second, then shakes his head. "No."

"Darn. We'll need to know, to file the right forms and all."

The 8 'victims' are doing research for the case. Actually, it's only the Colonel, Lombard, and Vera, and the Colonel's asleep (and talking in his sleep, too). As you may have guessed, Vera's gotten a little TOO into it. After about fifteen minutes, they've discovered two things: one, an Australian lawyer named Belinda Mackenzie who will take on the case cheap; and two, the name of AC's lawyer, Apollo Justice.

Vera's reached the end of her rope. "Okay, Phillip, now what? We've analysed the book top-to-bottom and read all about Ms. Christie online. Now what?"

Lombard shrugs. "Fanfics?"

Vera tilts her head to the side. "What's a fanfic?"

By the time Vera realized what she had said Lombard already had a look of astonishment on his face. She blushed and muttered, "Now you know." She began to walk out of the living room, her face burning. Why had she said that? She had known it to be true ever since her morning walk with Philip three days ago...but what would he say now that he knew?

"WHAT?!?!?!" screams Vera, hastily flinging her arms over the computer screen before Lombard can see. "That's--but--how can she--" Obviously, there's some truth in the words on the screen--if you knew what she said (hint-hint).

Vera and Lombard are looking thru a veritable goldmine of ATTWN fanfictions, a surprising number of which are written by a certain person.

"Who wrote this story?" demands Vera, scrolling up before Lombard can actually see what she was trying to cover up.

written by JANE POIROT

"This woman's guilty of..." Vera tries to remember what it's called... "Copyright infringement! No, wait...ah, slander!" Suddenly Vera perks up. "We'll sue her too! In fact, Phillip, look at every single one of these, er, writers and write their names down! Add them to the lawsuit! And what's the site's name?"


"Add them too! In fact, we're going to SUE THE WORLD!" Vera bursts into hysterical laughter.

"Uh, Vera? I think you're going a little too far."

Shrug. "Whatever."