The Coulrophobia Obligation, Chapter 34
We all snuck a look as the party exited and passed Coggen and his people on the platform, who then left without a word.
They didn’t seem angry or suspicious, but they lived to conspire, so there were no locks on what they were really feeling.
There was a knock on the door.
We found Driscoll on the other side. He entered and looked a bit shook up.
“What’s wrong?” Chester asked him.
“They almost caught me,” he informed us, “I tripped over a teenage couple who were lying down and making out. I planted the gun in her purse.”
“No prints?” I inquired.
“No, but when they do the ballistics they’ll match. And the kids can give each other alibis, and describe me perfectly.”
Harry pointed out that Driscoll hadn’t removed the entire make up visage yet: there were still a couple of strands of the beard stuck to his chin.
No one could have linked this kid’s face with the wooly, bearded old bum he had been before shedding the guise he had worn when he stumbled over those kids.
We had covered all possible bases.
Now we were ready for the final inning.
It felt like it was the last half of the ninth, bases loaded and Babe Ruth was coming up.
And he wasn’t on our side.
© C. Wayne Owens
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They didn’t seem angry or suspicious, but they lived to conspire, so there were no locks on what they were really feeling.
There was a knock on the door.
We found Driscoll on the other side. He entered and looked a bit shook up.
“What’s wrong?” Chester asked him.
“They almost caught me,” he informed us, “I tripped over a teenage couple who were lying down and making out. I planted the gun in her purse.”
“No prints?” I inquired.
“No, but when they do the ballistics they’ll match. And the kids can give each other alibis, and describe me perfectly.”
Harry pointed out that Driscoll hadn’t removed the entire make up visage yet: there were still a couple of strands of the beard stuck to his chin.
No one could have linked this kid’s face with the wooly, bearded old bum he had been before shedding the guise he had worn when he stumbled over those kids.
We had covered all possible bases.
Now we were ready for the final inning.
It felt like it was the last half of the ninth, bases loaded and Babe Ruth was coming up.
And he wasn’t on our side.
© C. Wayne Owens
Back to the Beginning
Continue on to Chapter 35