Masked Reflections (Collab-Writer101 and Goldenbooks101)

"Jenna....."
"What?" I looked at my brother. He looked back at me.
"I didn't say anything Jenna..."
"Don't lie Jerm."
"I promise!"
"Mmmhm, yea sure."
I looked out the car window. "Jermaine dear, can you take out all our luggage when we arrive back home?" Mom said while driving the car. "Okay mum." I looked past all the London sights. I was sick of London. "Mum, why couldn't Jermaine and I stick back at America?" I would always ask, but she said she had reasons. Groaning, the car opened. "This old thing will one day KILL us." I told her but she would just laugh. I got out of the car to our huge front yard. The hedges were unkempt, vines where all over the place, and everything smelled like death. I looked at our house. It was old, and towering, as ever. It looked all crooked and Victorian. The windows were wide open, there was a soft hum coming from the kitchen, and the smell of death was really coming to me. "WHOA! MUM! JENN! CHECK IT OUT!" Jermaine said from behind the hedges near our car. I hurried to him. He was facing a dead deer. It was all jagged and ridged and covered in cloth. It was bleeding and it had its hooves on a gun. But when I came closer, I noticed it was no random deer, but our butler, Marco. "Marco..." Mum cried. Marco was real close to the family. A year older than me, and the same age as my brother. "His 18 birthday was yesterday." I whispered. Marco was close to us. We took him in when we found him living in our yard. I looked down to Marco. He smelled of cheese and milk. That made no sense. "Awww... his last meal was cheese in milk." Mum cried. "No mum, that doesn't make sense!" I told her. "YES IT DOES! LOOK AT THE NOTE." She gave me the note that was crumpled in tears and hugs.
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"Dear Madame Maalox, I have been real sad about my parents and will commit suicide. Tell Jenna I love her, and tell Jermaine that the bread I have him was in deed rotten. I will choke myself with my favorite prime time snack. Cheese and Milk. Love, Marco."
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Mum was weeping and sprawled across the lawn with him. I was thinking. That didn't make any sense.
"Mum..."
"Yes my dear?"
"This doesn't make sense."
"Yes it does, he committed suicide by choking himself."
"No not that."
"Then what my dear?"
"Its that... he was lactose and tolerant and hated cheese."
"So? he could have killed himself with an overdose I guess."
"No mum pay attention! In the letter."
"What is it?"
"If he's allergic and hates it... Why would it be his favorite prime time snack?"
"...."
"This could only mean one thing..."
"He was..."
"Murdered and framed by the murderer."