“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.”




































