Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we learned that a detective working on the Sandusky case was killed in an accident with a truck while he was on his way to church. Also, we witnessed Schmidt asking questions about Larry talking to his deceased wife. Before this confusion, Larry was going to contact the retired M.E. to determine if there is anything about the autopsy that wasn’t included in the report. I see Larry knocking on the M.E.’s door. Let’s go this should be good.

“Yeah, can I help you?”

“My name is Larry Dunfee with the Homicide Division, and I wonder if you have a few moments to speak with me?”

“Hold that badge closer will you detective. I don’t see as well as I used to.”

“No problem. Here you can hold it and the ID.”

“I assume you are a detective the way you are dressed.”

“Yes, sir. Homicide Division.”

“Yeah, that’s what your ID says too. What can I do for you?”

“Is there a place where we can talk?”

“Oh, my. Pardon my manners. Please come in.”

“Thank you. I have a case to discuss, and we should do so in private.”

“A case? Which one?”

“The Sandusky case.”

“You know I’m retired.”

“Yes, sir. After twenty-five years on the job.”

“And I never saw anything like it.”

“Like what sir?”

“Like a body without a heart and not a scratch on it.”

“That is why I wanted to talk to you. Is that possible?”

“I hardly think so. Would you like some coffee. I was just pouring a cup.”

“That would be terrific sir.”

“Call me Andrew. My name is Andrew. Sir makes me feel even older than I am.”

“Okay, Andrew. I wouldn’t want you feeling any older for sure.”

“Come into the kitchen. We can talk while I get us some coffee. You’ll have to excuse the place. I don’t get many visitors these days.”

“Looks swell to me.”

“The Mrs. would have my hide if she saw this.”

“She out of town?”

“In a manner of speaking. She passed a year ago.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss, Andrew.”

“Hit me hard. We were together for fifty years. I couldn’t believe it when she was gone.”

“I know how you feel. My wife passed a year ago as well.”

“I’ll be darned. What is the probability of two people in the same room having lost their wives a year ago? How long were you married?”

“Twenty-five years.”

“God that’s tough. At least I had more time with my Gina.”

“Gloria. My wife’s name is Gloria.”

“Both begin with a “G.”

“Hold on Doc. I’ve had enough on the fact our wives died a year ago. Let’s leave it at that.”

“As you say, Detective.”

“Call me Larry.”

“Do you take anything in your coffee, Larry?”

“Half and half and Splenda if you have it.”

“I take mine the same way. I’m sorry boy but there seems to be some kind of circumstance here, and you might as well go with it. Now, what about the Sandusky case?”

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we were in a fortune-telling shop run by Micki Lee. Larry Dunfee, a police detective was there as well.  It is there we learned from Micki that she believes Larry was brought to her shop by someone close to Larry. Then Larry dropped the bomb that his wife had died a year ago on that very day. We need to get back to see what else we can learn.

“Here is your black tea.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lee.”

“Call me Micki.”

“This tea hits the spot, Micki.”

“I’m glad. It should settle things a little.”

“What do you mean?”

“As I said I think you are in danger and you are well aware of it. I think your nerves are on edge. The tea should help.”

“I feel better already. You mentioned someone close guided me to your shop.”

“At least this is the feeling I get.”

“Be honest with me. Are you really a fortune-teller?”

“I do tell fortunes, yes.”

“I guess what I mean is can you predict the future?”

“No, Larry. I don’t know who can, but definitely, I cannot.”

“Then what is it you do?”

“I have a connection with the spirit world. I can talk to those who have passed to the other side.”

“Other side? You mean heaven?”

“Not exactly. There is a plane that could be called a dimension where spirits reside. I can communicate with them while they are there.”

“Can you talk to my wife?”

“I have, yes.”

“When?”

“While I was making the tea. She is very concerned about you.”

“Concerned how?”

“Your diet is atrocious. Her word, not mine. You go days at a time with little sleep. You are drinking too much and watching too much television.”

“It does sound like her.”

“She also thinks you ought to be careful with a case you are working on.”

“Case? I have hundreds.”

“She mentioned the name, Sandusky.”

“Oh my God. Where did you ever get that name? No one knows anything about that case.”

“Maybe it is time for us to have a full discussion with your wife.”

“What do you mean, ‘us?”’

“Me, you, and Gloria.”

“Wait a minute. You are sitting there telling me you, and I can talk to Gloria?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying, and there is no better time than now.”

“What will I say? I mean. I miss her so much. I’m not sure I can hold it together.”

“Trust me. You will be fine.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we attended a gathering of the characters in this novella. It was there we watched Frank circle the room with his comments until he made a strange statement in which he used the phrase, “soldier of the Lord.” We need to get back because Frank is continuing his discussion.

“So Henry. What does Soldier of the Lord mean to you?”

“To me? Why absolutely nothing.”

“Oh, come on Henry. You are a devout believer aren’t you?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Don’t you just hate sin?”

“Sin is the devil’s work if that’s what you mean.”

“What I really mean is don’t you just hate people who do nasty things like selling illegal drugs?”

“It’s against the law if that’s what you are saying.”

“Isn’t it a fact that you hated the Severides.”

“They were scum.”

“And you have been spreading all kinds of lies to take the spotlight off the fact that you were involved in a plot to have them killed as a form of revenge?”

“You have no proof.”

“Would you like to know what is in this envelope?”

“What do I care?”

“It is a copy of your bank statement showing the deposit of sixty thousand dollars in your savings account.”

“That is private. You have no right to invade my privacy.”

“Maybe so, but the fact that I did will be overshadowed by authorities issuing a subpoena for all your finances. Seems like you have been running an interesting little business in the drug trade. Sheriff do your duty.”

“Not so fast, Sheriff. You know full well that if I go down, you are going with me. So far this private dick has nothing. You need to make sure it stays that way.”

“All I ever did with you Henry is to buy a couple of ounces of Cocaine. That doesn’t stop me from doing my duty. I’ll take the hit on that. Right now you are under arrest for the murder of the Severides.”

“How about you Mr. Big lawyer McDonnell. You going to stand there and let them do this?”

“Shut up Henry. As your lawyer, I’m advising you to be quiet.”

“Yeah and take the fall for you? You wanted all that insurance money and talked the Severides into making you executor of their estate. You figured by getting the Severides out-of-the-way you would have a clear shot at the money. Well, the laugh is on you. Old man Severide hid all the cash and the big policy. No one knows where it is now.”

“Henry. You are upset, and your lies are not helping you. Please be quiet.”

“Then you got chummy with Trish thinking that she might know something. You better watch your neck, Trish. This man is evil.”

“Henry you willing to swear all this is true?”

“You bet, Sheriff. Can we talk deal? ”

“Jason McDonnell you are also under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.”

“Sheriff you are making a big mistake. My only involvement here is trying to clear Lucas.”

“Makes me wonder, Jason, why you did such a good job given Frank’s expertise.”

“Because I’m an innocent man, Sheriff. Tell ’em, Frank.”

“Sheriff I have other evidence to the effect that Jason was not only responsible for the Severide murders but is the kingpin of one of the largest illegal drug operations in the US. He didn’t kill the Severides for money like Henry suggested. He did it for the pure pleasure of eliminating competition.”

“Bold words Frank. You’ll be truly sorry for your part in this miscarriage of justice.”

“See you in hell, Jason. I would cuff these two Sheriff and call the State police. I have a lot of information for them.”

“Thanks, Frank. Alright, you two. Let’s go.”

“I’m shocked.”

“I know Mrs. Murphy. It is shocking.”

“What happens to me?”

“Well Trish, I think you better find a new boyfriend.”

“Seth bought that cocaine for me. He is innocent.”

“I’m sure he will be cleared, Alice. Don’t worry. He’s a good man.”

“Did I miss anything?”

“No Lucas, you’re innocent. I can also tell you where your father buried all that  money and the policy.”

“Can you donate it to charity? Seems like it’s dirty.”

“It’s going to be tough  eliminating Jason as executor, but I think it can be done given his involvement in their deaths.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Plano.”

“Just doing my job, Lucas. Just doing my job.”

That concluded this novella. Tune in next week for a new story.

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we saw that Frank Plano had an idea to set up some kind of Agatha Christi drawing-room finale to trap the killer of the Severides. Jason McDonnell was all for it and encouraged him to proceed. The reading audience (that’s you) overwhelmingly commented on how much fun that would be. I, of course, have reservations since this is a dialog only story and there will be a number of suspects gathered. I wonder if I can keep the parties’ discussions separated without using the “said,”convention. (For those who don’t know, I challenge myself to produce cogent conversation and storyline without dialog tags.)  “The hell with it,” my brain screamed. “Let’s do it.” Off we go. It appears Frank sent out letters to each of the suspects along with a subpoena requesting that they show up for a deposition in the Severide murder. The location is Jason’s office and we see everyone gathered in the conference room. Everyone that is except Lucas who is present from the hospital by video conference. Time for us to join the party as we were sent a subpoena too.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I want to thank you for being here on such short notice. Yes, Sheriff, you have a question?”

“I do, Frank. I thought this was going to be a deposition. Why are we all here? Depositions are supposed to be one on one.”

“Good question, Seth. The judge who authorized this gathering decided that there would be some information shared that all of us would want to hear. You are right. This is not your normal deposition. You see, one of you is responsible for the death of the Severides.”

“That is the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. I know all these people except for that guy over there.”

“Right you are, Mrs. Murphy. By the way, that guy over there is Henry Wiscosill. He is a Pharmacist from Kenosha.”

“Hi, everybody.”

“Yes, well, as I was saying. One of you has blood on their hands and we are going to expose you today.”

“Excuse me, Frank.”

“Yes, Alice. What is it?”

“Didn’t Harriet hire Jason McDonnell here to find out who killed the Severides?”

“Yes, he did. What is your point?”

“Why is Harriet here? Surely if she hired a lawyer to find a killer then she is innocent.”

“Would be a good point, Alice, except for one thing.”

“One thing?”

“She hired Jason to prove Lucas innocent. She said nothing about finding the true killer.”

“Mr. Plano. I think you are splitting hairs.”

“Why’s that Trish?”

“If Jason proved Lucas innocent he would have to identify the killer.”

“Notice I said, “true killer,” Trish.”

“What does that mean?”

“It would be very easy to craft a scenario that points to a suspect but not the killer.”

“Is that what happened?”

“Tell me. Aren’t you going to get five million dollars from the estate of your parents?”

“Yes, so what?”

“Could be motive.”

“I didn’t even know about that insurance policy.”

“So you say, Trish. So you say.”

“You leave my sister alone. She had nothing to do with our parent’s murder.”

“Says the lad who was asleep while his parents were lying dead in the next room.”

“You accusing me?”

“No Lucas. Just stating the facts. I think the whole world thinks you did it. The whole world except for Jason and me.”

“As sheriff of this county I demand we stop  this foolishness and if as you say, you know who killed the Severides just spit it out.”

“Nicely said Sheriff but it’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“The person responsible for this deed believes they are not answerable to normal rules and morals. This person believes they are above the law. In fact, they have such a solid alibi, a conviction will be all but impossible. No, we need them to come forward and tell us why they hired contract killers to eliminate the Severides. We need them to explain why they took the law into their own hands. We need this soldier of the Lord to come forward and claim the proper credit for eliminating this smear of offal from the Earth.”

To be continued