Is it Friday yet? No? Come back when it is, please.
It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we discovered through Larry’s astute (?) questioning that Louis was hired by Sandusky to experiment in finding a way to remove organs from the body without a visible entry. The reason Sandusky gave for the research was to facilitate organ transplant. Of course, getting an organ back into the patient was an open question. Larry invited Louis to go downtown for further questioning. Louis agreed, and they all left for police headquarters. I see that Andrew and Larry are in Larry’s office. Let’s pop over there and find out what they are talking about.
“So you think the story about the reason for the research by Sandusky was a ruse, Andrew?”
“A ruse. I mean how stupid would it be to explode organs and then cut someone open and put in a new one. My god the mess in there alone would be impossible to clean adequately.”
“What does that mean?”
“Think of a chicken exploding in the microwave. Do you ever get the little pieces cleaned up?”
“Well, I would stay with it until I did.”
“Showing a certain anal retentiveness, I would say. In a body, the old tissue would be in every recess. After the new organ is in the old residual pieces of tissue would rot, and no doubt cause an infection.”
“A little different from a microwave.”
“Right. I used that example so you would get the degree of difficulty.”
“I understand. So why did Sandusky use a ruse to get the experiments done.”
“I can only imagine he didn’t want old Louis calling the cops.”
“You don’t think Louis couldn’t figure out the downside of the procedure.”
“I’m guessing he did. Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money.”
“To keep one’s mouth shut.”
“Yes, for sure. You also have to wonder how Sandusky became one of the victims.”
“What do you think happened.”
“I could paint a scenario where Louis got a little greedy and asked Sandusky for more money. He and Sandusky got into a spat which ended with Sandusky in the vibration pool hooked up to a negative lead.”
“So it is good we have Louis here for questioning.”
“Don’t know the best way to make him break down and confess.”
“I’m the detective leave it to me. We also need to think of possibilities as well.”
“Like getting some coffee?”
“Good suggestion but other motives for Sandusky to bite the terminal so to speak.”
“I knew that. Coffee first. Then motives.”
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I tried coffee; a strong, double espresso, actually. Still can’t think of possible motives, unless…hmm…
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Keep thinking. You’ll find one. 😀
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Once boiled an egg too long and it exploded on the stove top. For weeks I found pieces of egg. You got me stumped, John.
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Um. I like that , Jill. 😀
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Well, the story is slowly reaching the past scene that took place. A good installment, John. A cute picture of Twiggy. 🙂 — Suzanne
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We are getting there one step at a time. Thaks, Suzanne.
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Interrogations can’t be done without coffee. 🙂
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So true. Thanks, Charles. 😀
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I adore the photo of Twiggy. So sweet. As for Sandusky, I’m at a loss. It’s time for another cup of coffee. 😀
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Yup. Nothing beats coffee.
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I may have to reread this when it’s time for different beverages, John. “Bite the terminal” – what a way to go. Money is always a good motive, but Louis seems a little too cooperative. I’m thinking he is a bit player. Stop laughing, I said I’d be back later.
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, Dan
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C’mon, give us more! ‘Chicken exploding in a microwave!’ Give a break…I just had breakfast ♥
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Ha haha. Thanks, Billy Ray
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Ah Ha! Back to the original message from the dead wife about motives. Well-done, John!
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We gotta keep going back there. Thanks, Jan
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Adorable pic of Twiggy – and no ideas here, either.
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Aw come on. You know what’s going to happen and that makes one of us.
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At least they have the idea, but to prove it…yes lots of coffee!
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Coffee is God juice.
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Aw… sweet sleeping Twiggy.
Hmmm… well, greed is certainly a motive. But I know you too well, John. You’re the twist master, and that’s more of a waltz. What was it Larry’s ghostly wife told him? Find the motive and find the killer — or something like that? Yeah… you aren’t ready to get off this dance floor yet. 😉
Loving this story. Hugs.
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We are just putting on our dancing shoes, Teagan. Thanks and Hugs
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I’m looking forward to the interrogation.
Also, today’s pic of Twiggy is extra adorable 🙂
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Thank you, Mae.
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Dogs always look so cute when they’re sleeping! I have no idea where this story is going, but I’m certain you’ll keep twisting and twisting until it reaches the end (and I’m hanging on for dear life!)
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Maybe if I twist it until you scream. (but I have to hear it from here.)
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Okay, I’ll get a bull horn.
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Good idea. 😀
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John,
I was wondering that myself as far as how the procedure would deal with the organ itself.
I’m not buying Louis as the ringleader, not yet anyways.
And coffee is always first. Need to follow procedure after all.
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Coffee first. 99% donnut free coffee for clear thinking. Thanks, Marc
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Hahaha!
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😀
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Great story, John.
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Thanks, Don
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You’re welcome.
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Hmm… I like the thinking here, and the coffee. 🙂
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Coffee for sure.
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🙂
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