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.”
