Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“What time is it?”
“It’s Wednesday. Go back to sleep Little One. I set the alarm for Friday.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and last week we were present when Andrew and Larry questioned Louis about his involvement with Joachim Cortez the head of the Mendoza cartel. We learned that Cortez is somehow part of a legitimate medical device company and he never paid Louis. We also determined the reason Louis didn’t mention this information when first questioned is he was afraid. In fact, it is the same reason he never tried to collect the money from Cortez. I see Larry and Andrew have entered the Healthway Medical Device Company and are approaching the receptionist. I guess they decided to take the bull by the horns and visit Cortez. I think this may not be the best move but certainly want to be there when they confront Cortez.  Andrew is taking a seat and Larry is talking to the receptionist.

 

“Yes, that’s right. I’m Detective Dunfee. Here is my card. I would like to visit with Mr. Cortez.”

“Mr. Cortez is in a meeting. Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but this is official police business.”

“Can I inform Mr. Cortez the nature of the meeting?”

“You can tell him I have some questions regarding Mr. Sandusky.”

“Very well, sir. If you have a seat, I’ll see if Mr. Cortez can be interrupted.”

“Thank you.”

“So, what did she say?”

“To have a seat and she’ll see if Cortez can be interrupted.”

“You tell her about Sandusky?”

“Of course. “

“You sure this is the best approach?”

“I’m telling you, Andrew, I would rather be anywhere else but her. I don’t know if this approach is the best or not. I do know we need to push this case forward. Hell, we may just scare up a few leads while we are here.”

“You use the term, ’scare’ very lightly.”

“Ha ha. That’s pretty funny.”

“What about the person Louis talked to here.”

“A Miss Alverez? I think we can contact her anytime. I have a feeling she isn’t going to give us anything new.”

“So it’s the big guy or nothing?”

“Yup.”

“Mr. Dunfee?”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Cortez will see you now.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Please follow me.”

***

“Ah, detective please come in. Who else is with you?”

“This is Andrew Cummings the former city Medical Examiner.”

“My pleasure sir. Won’t you both have a seat? Can I get you something to drink? A coffee perhaps.”

“No thank you, Mr. Cortez. We both had ours.”

“Well then what can I do for you today?”

“We have opened Sandusky case since we believe he was murdered.”

“I see. I think I remember that unfortunate situation. It was about ten years ago. Didn’t he take his own life?”

“I would rather no comment on a case currently being investigated. I do have some questions for you though.”

“For me? I don’t know how I can help, but please go ahead.”

“Did you hire Sandusky’s company to develop a medical procedure?”

“I believe we hired an employee of that company as a consultant. His name was Louis something or another I believe.”

“Yes, Louis Stamos.”

“Ah yes. That’s it.”

“What was the nature of the equipment you wanted to be developed?”

“We were looking for a non-invasive surgical method.”

“Did Louis develop it”’

“He said he did.”

“What do you mean?”

“We got the prototype, and it didn’t work.”

“So you didn’t pay him?”

“Correct. How do you know all this.”

“We talked to Louis.”

“Why’s that?”

“We have reason to believe that the device worked just fine.”

“I would be cautious what you say from here on out, detective. I have been nice enough to visit with you. This courtesy will end very soon if I believe you are hinting that I’m less than truthful. In any case, I do believe this conversation is over. My person will show you out.”

“Thank you, for your time.”

“One more thing detective. I have friends who don’t take kindly to people insulting me. Am I making myself clear?”

“Chrystal, Mr. Cortez.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Lucy
“If you are not Friday go away.”

It is Wednesday Story Day again, and the last time we were present when Andrew and Larry decided to talk to Louis rather than to confront the cartel boss Cortez. The question for Louis is, did the cartel stiff him on payments for the development of the non-invasive medical procedure. Another thing Larry and Andrew will want to know is why Louis didn’t mention the fact that he was being paid by Cortez. So let’s get back to Larry’s office and eavesdrop on the conversation.

“So Louis. We are glad you could come down to the station.”

“What is this all about, detective?”

“Excuse me, Louis. I didn’t ask if you would like a coffee.”

“No thank you. I’ve had mine today. You are now making me nervous.”

“Aw come on, Louis. There is nothing to be nervous about. We are all friends here.”

“Yeah, right. You two have something on your mind, and I would appreciate knowing what it is.”

“Louis?”

“Yes, Andrew.”

“We think you have been less than forthcoming with us.”

“What do you mean ‘forthcoming?”’

“What Andrew is trying to say, Louis is we found out that you were on Joachim Cortez’ payroll.”

“Yeah, detective. I thought I was on the payroll.”

“Tell us about it, Louis. Let’s not leave anything out this time.”

“You know what, detective? Anyone who even mentions Joachim’s name is in fear for his life.”

“I can understand your fear, but now is the time to come clean.”

“I don’t suppose it matters anymore. Okay, what do you want to know?”

“Did you get paid by Cortez?”

“Hell no. The bastard never sent the money.”

“Did you do the work?”

“I sure did. I delivered the system to him, and he said he would send a check.”

“A check from the cartel boss. That almost makes me laugh.”

“Well laugh on this. Cortez has one of the biggest medical device company by the throat.”

“What are you saying?”

“He controls a medical company.”

“How is that possible?”

“I have no idea but believe me I checked it out. When I called the company to verify his involvement, I got a person who vouched for him.”

“Do you remember the person’s name?”

“I wrote it down in my journal. I can get it.”

“Okay, so you believed he would send a check.”

“Yeah.”

“When you didn’t get paid did you call him?”

“Sure did.”

“What happened.”

“I was told to back off and that the check is in the mail.”

“It never arrived.”

“Right.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Why not?”

“You ever hear the saying about tugging on Superman’s cape.”

“I understand.”

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA Hump Day – Bailey is at Peace

I normally have a story today, but with deep sadness I want you to know that Bailey has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. On Sunday it was clear she was starting to experience difficulty. The time came to seek help in ending her journey here and let her begin a new chapter over the Rainbow bridge.

I have posted a few photos that have been seen on the A Little Personal feature.

We will miss her.

Thank you for all the support and helpful words during this time of challenge for our family.

Bailey

“Why, yes Pops. I am beautiful.”

“Hey, you guys. What are you doing?”

Bailey

“Summer and a back roll. Nothing finer.”

 

Bailey

“Do I really need to play with that Little Potato?”

“This is living.”

“I’m telling you little one, this water will be deep, so be careful.”

Bailey

“I think you are in my spot.”

Bailey and Twiggy

“Pops. What the heck have you and mom done?”

“Hey, kids. It’s the UPS truck heading our way”

Bailey

“I bet it would be helpful to have thumbs.”

“Man I hate it when they back up.”

“My kingdom and an interloper.”

So long, for now, Bailey girl. We’ll meet again.

 

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Twiggy
“I’m just going to rest my eyes. Don’t let me miss Friday.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again and last week Larry and Andrew decided they needed to talk to Ned Dixon the banker. The reason is Gloria (Larry’s deceased wife) advised Larry in a séance to follow the money. Ned is the only one involved who is near money. Larry wants a face to face meeting hoping he can get Ned to divulge details he might not do over the phone. I see that Larry has an appointment with Ned and is going into Ned’s office now.

 

“Good Morning Detective Dunfee. Please have a seat.”

“Thank you, Mr. Dixon.”

“You can call me Ned.”

“I am here on official business, Mr. Dixon. Let’s just keep it formal, shall we?”

“Official business? What does that mean?”

“I’m investigating the death of Igor Sandusky and since you have had some dealings with him I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Dealings? I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Weren’t you his banker?”

“This bank did give Mr. Sandusky a loan if that’s what you mean.”

“Who arranged for the loan?”

“Well, I did. That was over ten years ago.”

“Yes, it was. I understand that the loan was in default.”

“Yes. The payments were made routinely up until about six months ago.”

“Wait a minute. Mr. Sandusky was deceased. Who was making those payments?”

“They came from Mr. Sandusky’s trust.”

“Trust? He had a trust?”

“Yes, he did. I also set that up for him.”

“When did you do that?”

“I would guess about two years before he died.”

“Who’s the beneficiary?”

“That is the strange part. At the time he didn’t want to name a beneficiary, so he left that part of the trust open for a person or persons to be named later. Unfortunately, he never named anyone and stipulated that if this were the case the trust would remain in perpetuity until claimed by an heir.”

“Does he have an heir?”

“We have not been contacted. Mr. Sandusky also spelled out a specific identification protocol that the person claiming to be an heir would have to satisfy”

“This protocol is not well-known I take it?”

“No one knows. It is in an envelope put in a safe deposit box by Sandusky himself. It takes two keys to open. One is here at the bank and one was with Sandusky.”

“I’m guessing that whoever is an heir will show up with a key.”

“That is the assumption. But the person needs to satisfy the protocol.”

“Who is the trustee?”

“That would be me in the name of the bank.”

“So, let me get this straight. The bank was the trustee and made payments on the loan.”

“That is correct.”

“Why were the payments stopped?”

“I felt the business opportunities were nil, so I saw no reason to continue the loan.”

“You put Sandusky’s building on the block for the defaulted loan.”

“Yes.”

“So, in essence, the bank caused a default and then is selling the building.”

“True.”

“Where do the proceeds from the sale go?”

“To the bank to satisfy the loan and then any remaining funds to the Sandusky trust.”

“This is legal?”

“Mr. Dunfee. Since we are all formal here are you trying to say I have committed a crime?”

“No, Mr. Dixion. I have to wonder about manipulating a dead man’s affairs to the banks benefit is all.”

“Benefit? Mr. Sandusky took out a loan. The bank in good faith honored its loan agreement. It is a simple matter of paying back what was owed.”

“Did the loan have a pre-payment penalty?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then making all those payments simply gave the bank more interest. Had you sold the building and paid back the loan ten years ago, the trust would have been richer by the saved interest.”

“In theory that is true.”

“Theory has nothing to do with it. Seems like fact to me.”

“Except for the fact that Mr. Chisom wanted to keep the business going.”

“Mr. Chisom? Who is Mr. Chisom?”

“You met him.”

“I don’t recall the name.”

“I think you know him as Louis.”

“I’m confused.”

“About what?”

“Why would a bank keep making payments on a loan simply because one person wanted to keep a job.”

“That was not the reason. Mr. Chisom had a signed agreement to continue the development of the non-invasive surgical technique he and Mr. Sandusky developed.”

“Did you see this agreement.”

“I did. It was the only way I would keep making the payments.”

“Do you know who signed the agreement?”

“I do.”

“Okay, I guess twenty question is the game. Who signed?”

“A person by the name of Cortez.”

“Not Joachim Cortez.”

“Yes, in fact, it was.”

“Of the Cortez cartel?”

“Not familiar with that group.”

“One of the most wanted men on the planet.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“So what happened to the business?”

“As far as I know, the contract was never paid and hence the business folded. Louis insisted he was going to collect but after so much time I had to pull the cord.”

“So, you believe Louis fulfilled his end of the contract.”

“He told me he did.”

“Follow the money.”

“What?”

“Sorry. I was just repeating what I was told about getting this case wrapped up. The money, in this case, is in a den of vipers.”

“I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay. Thank you for your time. I may have more questions later. You have been helpful. Oh, wait. If it is not against the trust rules can you tell me how much the trust is worth?”

“It is a matter of public record at the IRS. The trust now has fifteen million under management.”

“What did it have in the beginning?”

“About two million.”

“Whew. That is some growth.”

“I’m proud of that, Detective.”

“Can I open a trust? Of course, I’m just joking.”

“Any time Detective, any time. I’m not joking.”

“Good day Mr. Dixon.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

“Is it Friday yet?”
“Only Wednesday Little one.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we were in Micki’s shop when Gloria gave us the news that Louis was not Sandusky’s murderer. She did advise Larry to look for a money angle. Also, Andrew missed the whole thing since he was under some kind of spell. Micki did offer to serve Andrew some tea if he would like to stay. (I think the tea was a metaphor) Well, Andrew turned her down, and he and Larry went back to police headquarters. Let’s join them there.

 

“So, Larry. What the heck went on back there?”

“Between you and Micki? I have no earthly idea.”

“No, you dolt. What happened during the séance?”

“Gloria made a brief appearance and declared Louis to be innocent.”

“Damn. You don’t say. This puts us back to square one.”

“Wait a minute. Do you believe in what Gloria says?”

“I have no other choice. You and I aren’t doing too well on collecting evidence.”

“That’s true but why all of a sudden are you accepting Gloria’s word with no reservations.”

“The mere fact I have no recall of the séance is enough to convince me. I wasn’t asleep, and I wasn’t awake. That was the work of spirits.”

“Well, whatever it takes. I’m glad you have come around fully.”

“It was my idea to consult Gloria this time around.”

“I thought you were just humoring me.”

“I plead guilty. Now I’m a convert. So what else did she say”?

“In so many words, chercher de l’argent.”

“Search for the money?”

“Yeah. That was it. Then she left.”

“So, you and I have to figure out what money she is talking about.”

“Which brings to mind that banker guy. What was his name.”

“Dixon, I think. Wait, I wrote his name down. Here it is, Ned Dixon.”

“Since he is a banker and banks have money, I think we should start with Ned.”

“That does make some sense, I guess. What will we ask him?”

“I think we start off with him explaining everything he knows about Sandusky and the business. Then as we get into it, we wait for him to make some mistake or another.”

“Mistake? What kind of mistake?”

“Oh, I don’t know. An inconsistency perhaps. Some facts that change. We’ll have him explain things several times to see how his story holds up.”

“What reason are you going to give for the questions.”

“I think I’ll just say we are investigating Sandusky’s death and that any information Dixon knows that might help would be appreciated.”

“You know if he has something to do with the killing, he’s going to bolt.”

“Yeah, but that will tell us something. I’m going to call him and get an appointment.”

“So, you’re doing an in-person interview?”

“Yup. The best way to be able to tell if the guy is hiding something.”

Twiggy
“It’s only Wednesday? Man, do I need a Friday.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week we found ourselves back to Micki Lee’s place where we were witnesses to a full-scale flirt being perpetrated by Micki and Andrew. Make no mistake, these two are old enough to be grandparents so we better watch out since anything can happen. We also were there when Micki called up Gloria, and like she was on a 100 Mbps download, she was right there. Let’s hope Larry can hold it together. Time to get back there. Don’t forget your bottled water.

 

“Gloria, Larry asked me to get in contact with you since he and his colleague Andrew have run into a bit of a snag on the Sandusky case.”

“Hold on, Micki. I can speak for myself.”

“Okay, Larry go ahead.”

“Larry, dear. Before you start aren’t you going to introduce your handsome sidekick.”

“Come on Gloria. Did you have to join Micki in such foolishness.”

“I think Micki and Andrew might have some attraction to each other. Right, Micki?”

“Well, he is a fine cut of a man.”

“You two know Andrew is sitting right here don’t you?”

“We know darling. The problem is Andrew is in a state of suspended animation and can’t see or hear us.”

“What? You mean after this session he won’t know what went on?”

“That’s right Dearest. He might as well be a chair in the room for all he’ll know.”

“Where is he right now?”

“As you can see, he is sitting here with us, but for all practical purposes he could in Dubuque, Iowa.”

“So, whatever I learn here, I’ll have a tough time convincing Andrew that it is true.”

“I’m so sorry for that, love. You see there are rules. We spirits can’t just have anyone witnessing our good works. Such a thing is only for the privileged.”

“As much as I’m flattered, I wish Andrew could be here as well.”

“We are wasting time, detective. You better ask Gloria what you want to know.”

“Okay, Micki. Here’s the deal, Gloria.”

“I know the deal, Larry. You’ve got a body that looks like suicide and only one suspect if, in fact, it’s not. Forget Louis. He is not your killer. You also are very right not to think Sandusky took his own life. He was murdered.”

“Why?”

“Well now. You have hit on the million-dollar question. The why is all about the bass. All about the bass no treble, Larry.”

“You mean the motive?”

“Exactly. Think of why someone would want Sandusky out of the way.”

“Money?”

“Bass.”

“Sex?”

“Treble.”

“So, for some reason whoever killed Sandusky did it for money.”

“My love. You are definitely getting sharper in your old age.”

“You are mocking me, aren’t you.”

“Only slightly my dear. Just slightly.”

“One more question. Who did it.?”

“Oh, my poor Larry. One. If I told you this story would be over. Two. You and your hunky partner need to figure it out. Chase the money, my dear.”

“Gloria wait.”

“She’s gone, Larry.”

“So, when does the séance begin.”

“Ah Andrew, I’m afraid while you were in Dubuque, we completed the contact.”

“What? Dubuque? I don’t get it.”

“Maybe someday, Andrew. Would you care to stay for some tea? I’m sure Larry has to be running along.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

Lucy, Twiggy, and Bailey
“I tried to wake Lucy and Bailey but they told me to come back on Friday”

It is Wednesday Story Day again. Last week Andrew made a surprise suggestion that he and Larry consult with the fortune-teller to see if they can discover additional suspects. Andrew seems to have bought into the fact that Gloria (Larry’s deceased wife) might be a good source of information. I see Larry and Andrew going into the fortune teller’s shop now. We need to go there.

 

“My goodness, Larry. You didn’t tell me the shop was on this side of town.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“No, but I could have brought something to protect myself.”

“Hello? You are aware that detectives carry weapons, right?”

“Yes, of course. I am more comfortable handling my own defense methods.”

“You know, Andrew, sometimes you are a pain.”

“Been told that before, Larry.”

“Why look at the two handsome men who have ventured into my shop.”

“Hello, Ms. Lee.”

“Hi, Larry. Please call me Micki. Who is this handsome, senior statesman with you?”

“My name is Andrew, and I must say you have brightened an old man’s day.”

“You know that in China, mature men are revered for their knowledge.”

‘So, I’ve heard. Unfortunately, we are not in China.”

“In my shop, you might as well be,”

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, Larry?”

“If you two are quite finished with this whatever it is you are doing, I would like to reach Gloria.”

“Well, Andrew. Looks like the adult has arrived. I guess I had better get to work.”

“I did enjoy the interlude, Ms. Lee.”

“Maybe after I finish with old grumpy face here, you and I could step out for tea. Better yet, old grumpy face can step out, and I could show you my ancient Chinese art collection along with some tea.”

“I’m sure your collection is quite lovely.”

“I can see you know the right things to say, Andrew. Now follow me to my back room. You too, Larry.”

“Right behind you, Micki.”

“So, have a seat and let me see if Gloria is in the mood to talk. Close your eyes, Larry. Concentrate. Do you remember how we contacted Gloria last time?”

“Yes, I sang the G-L-O-R-I-A song. Should I do that again.”

“No. Just think of the song in your head. Gloria can hear it.”

“Even if it is in his head, he is still off-key.”

“Oh my God. Gloria is that you?”

“Yes, Larry. I’m here.”

“I’m going to cry again.”

“Please, Larry. You don’t need to do that. I’m fine.”

“He might be crying for himself, Gloria. He misses you so much.”

“I know that, Micki. It does make me sad though.”

“You two know I’m here, right?”

“Yes, Larry, dear. We know.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“Take it easy Little Potato. It is only Wednesday. I set the alarm for Friday.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Day again and last week we witnessed Larry and Louis come to an agreement over the information that Louis might have on either the motive or possible suspects in the killing of Sandusky. Let’s go to the police station once more as Larry hands Louis that cup of coffee.

 

“Okay, Louis. Here’s your cup of coffee.”

“Thanks, detective.”

“You can call me Larry since I’m almost positive we are going to become friends.”

“How old is this coffee anyway?”

“I made it this morning.”

“Well, six hours and I’m surprised it is still liquid.”

“Come on Louis. We are not here to talk about coffee. Tell me what you know about the Sandusky killing.”

“As I told you before, Larry, I have no knowledge of the killing. I showed up at work and there he was in the tank.”

“Describe what you saw.”

“I had stopped at the coffee shop across the street and looked over at the plant. There were some lights on and I thought that pretty unusual. By the way, the coffee shop had drinkable coffee.”

“Never mind the coffee. What did you see next?”

“I took my coffee and went into the plant. I passed through the office and went right to the tank.”

“Why did you go right to the tank?”

“There was a light on above the tank and I was sure I turned them all off when I left the previous evening.”

“Okay. Then what?”

“I saw Sandusky more or less floating in the tank.”

“What do you mean, ‘more or less.’”

“Well, he looked like he was doing a jellyfish float. His head was below water, but his back had broken the surface.”

“What did you do then.”

“I grabbed the phone and called 911.”

“There was a phone in the room with the tank.”

“Yeah. It was a wall phone and intercom.”

“Okay, then what?”

“I wanted to make sure he wasn’t still alive and maybe needed help, so I went closer and that’s when I saw the terminal connected to him.”

“How connected?”

“There is an alligator clip which you can connect the terminal to almost anything. It was clipped to his ear.”

“Ear? What the hell?”

“Makes sense.”

“How does it make sense?”

“From where I stood it looked like he had all his clothes on. The ear or hand would be the only clean connections.”

“Okay, I see that. Did you reach in to help him?”

“No way. I needed to turn off the current first. I went to the breaker box and that was when I discovered the current was already turned off.”

“Does this mean anything?”

“To me, it signals whoever did Sandusky in knew if the current kept flowing it would in all probability have cooked him. As it was it only blew up his heart.”

“Who had that kind of knowledge?”

“Sandusky did for sure. I don’t know. Maybe he told someone.”

“Maybe you did him in Louis.”

“Let’s not go backwards, detective. I can tell you this. Whoever did the deed really understood the equipment. I was able to look at the settings later and not only was the power turned off, but the person had calibrated the exact amount of wave to pulverize the heart.”

“Who knows how to do that?”

“Guess.”

“Sandusky?”

“Yup.”

“Who else?”

“Me.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

 

“Say what you want. I’m waiting right here for Friday.”

It is Wednesday Story Day time again and last week Larry and Andrew made a decision to see if they can get Louis to open up and perhaps confess to offing Sandusky. They also reminded themselves (or maybe Gloria stepped in) to look for other motives and not just focus on the possibility of Louis getting greedy. So let’s get back to the police station and go with Larry into the interrogation room.

“So, Louis. How are you feeling today?”

“Other than being held here against my will, I feel great.”

“You can leave anytime, Louis. Can I get you a cup of coffee?”

“No thanks. That crankcase oil you cops call coffee is not to my taste.”

“Water then.”

“No, sir. I don’t want anything from you.”

“You sound a little resentful, Louis.”

“I think the word is pissed, detective.”

“Why so, Louis?”

“You haul me down to this station and make like I have something to hide. I told you everything I know about Sandusky and it is like you don’t believe me.”

“Why is that important?”

“You have to be kidding me. You are the police. You can arrest me anytime for anything.”

“That’s not true Louis. We need to have probable cause to arrest you.”

“And?”

“We have nothing on you except you invented a procedure that killed a man. Might be a stretch but I think I could make a case for involuntary manslaughter.”

“So, charge me then.”

“I really don’t want to take taxpayer time and money chasing a charge that some fancy lawyer could convince a judge to give you community service as a sentence. I would rather get some information from you to find the real killer. You can afford a fancy lawyer, right?”

“I don’t have any money for a lawyer. What kind of information are you looking for anyway?”

“I want to know who would want Sandusky dead?”

“Oh, is that all. You have a Boston phone directory?”

“Um yeah.”

“Open any page and there are probably three or four on that page who would want Sandusky dead.”

“You know I’m not one who likes games much.”

“I’m just trying to say there are a whole lot of people who are better off as a result of Sandusky’s death.”

“You kill him?”

“Hell no.”

“Know who did?”

“I have a couple of suspicions, yes.”

“Talk to me.”

“What do I get out of fingering some possibilities?”

“I’ll forget about the manslaughter charge if I can bring a murder one against someone else.”

“In writing?”

“Hell no.”

“I guess I’ll have to trust you then.”

“I guess so.”

“I’ll have that coffee now.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

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.”