country killing
At your request, here's another little mystery. This one is pretty easy though but it was one of the shorter ones.
Dr. J.L. Quicksolve sped along in his bright yellow VW Beetle. He looked at the sun beginning to set to his right across the expanse of corn growing in the fields. Sun and corn belong together, her though, out here in this beautiful country atmosphere but not murder.
Sergeant Rebekah Shurshot met Dr. Quicksolve at the door of the small house nestled between the huge oak trees, a small oasis in the sea of cornfields. The frton door, hanging to the floor from one hinge, was the first sign something was amiss. The second was the blanket-covered body on the floor. Dr. Quicksolve had to step around it
Sergeant Shurshot let him through the mass of overturned furniture and broken lamps into the small dining area. Sergeant Shurshot introduced Dr. Quicksolve to Spinner Webb, the nephew of the deceased. "My Aunt has not been feeling well," Spinner said. "She has been depressed ever since her dog, Spookum, disappeared." Dr. Quicksolve noticed the curtains were drawn, as if the elderly lady had wanted to live in the misery of darkness while she mourned. "She didn’t answer when I knocked," Mr. Webb continued. "I pushed on the door. It opened barely an inch, stopped by the chain lock. I shouted for her, but I got no answer. I could see inside enough to tell the house had been ransacked. I was worried, so I slammed my shoulder against the door and broke in. I came inside and looked around. I stumbled over my aunt's body in the dark. That scared me half to death!"
"There is one window open in the back," Sergeant Shurshot said. "The screen has been cut." "The murderer must have escaped through that window," Webb said. "You weave quite a story, Mr. Webb," Dr. Quicksolve said.
Why did Dr. Quicksolve doubt Spinner Webb's Story? Any guesses?
Anyhow, time for my Poli Sci exam. Wish me luck!
Dr. J.L. Quicksolve sped along in his bright yellow VW Beetle. He looked at the sun beginning to set to his right across the expanse of corn growing in the fields. Sun and corn belong together, her though, out here in this beautiful country atmosphere but not murder.
Sergeant Rebekah Shurshot met Dr. Quicksolve at the door of the small house nestled between the huge oak trees, a small oasis in the sea of cornfields. The frton door, hanging to the floor from one hinge, was the first sign something was amiss. The second was the blanket-covered body on the floor. Dr. Quicksolve had to step around it
Sergeant Shurshot let him through the mass of overturned furniture and broken lamps into the small dining area. Sergeant Shurshot introduced Dr. Quicksolve to Spinner Webb, the nephew of the deceased. "My Aunt has not been feeling well," Spinner said. "She has been depressed ever since her dog, Spookum, disappeared." Dr. Quicksolve noticed the curtains were drawn, as if the elderly lady had wanted to live in the misery of darkness while she mourned. "She didn’t answer when I knocked," Mr. Webb continued. "I pushed on the door. It opened barely an inch, stopped by the chain lock. I shouted for her, but I got no answer. I could see inside enough to tell the house had been ransacked. I was worried, so I slammed my shoulder against the door and broke in. I came inside and looked around. I stumbled over my aunt's body in the dark. That scared me half to death!"
"There is one window open in the back," Sergeant Shurshot said. "The screen has been cut." "The murderer must have escaped through that window," Webb said. "You weave quite a story, Mr. Webb," Dr. Quicksolve said.
Why did Dr. Quicksolve doubt Spinner Webb's Story? Any guesses?
Anyhow, time for my Poli Sci exam. Wish me luck!