Ike
				Chapter Twelve
				    Confesions
	Jake looked about as surprised as we were. He just stood there
dumbfoundly.
	"Jake, don't you have some thing to say to your cousins."
	"Grandma, you didn't tell me that my cousins are Hanson!!!"
	"I thought you knew."
	"No, of course not! This is just a nightmare," he said holding his hands
to his head.
	"Jake, what's the mattter?" Aunt Ada asked.
	"You let murders in the house!"
	"What?" asked a confused Aunt Ada.
	"They were the ones that killed Sam!"
	"But Jake, before they were at the hospital they were being held by
kidnappers."
	"It was all Sam's idea. He wanted them to help us write songs. I went
to get my Claritin refilled and they were in the house. Then I came back and
they were gone with Sam's Buick and I found Sam inside with a bullet in his
head."
	"Jake, are you saying that you and Sam kidnapped these nice young
men?"
	"Yes, alright! I'm an evil person oaky!"
	"i never said you were evil Jake, but you did  something wrong and the
police are going to have to deal with this."
	"But they killed Sam," Jake pleaded.
	"Did one of you boys kill Sam?"
	I spoke up. "Our brother Taylor, who's still at the hospital, shot him,
but Sam had just shot Callie and Taylor was afraid he would hurt us too. It
was self defense." I lied to make sure Taylor didn't get in any trouble.
	"And why would Sam shoot Callie?" Jake demanded.
	"He tried to assult her and she fought back."
	'Well Ike and Zac whay don't you get some dinner, it's in the kitchen.
Then you boys go to bed, the spare room is upstairs, the first room on the
left." Aunt Ada instructed, "Jake, as for you, go to bed and we will call the
police in the morning."
	Zac and I ate the soup that was simmmering on the stove and went to
bed. I fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and I was thrown into the
world of dreams.