Good morning all. Hope you had a happy Halloween. While I am surprised to find it is now November, I have to say I am very pleased with the time change. Every time the clock rolls back I feel like I was given a gift. Admittedly the Spring time change makes me feel I was robbed. But that grumpiness is for later in the year. For now my non-morning person self is going to revel in the extra hour. I does mean thought that today I am ready to go. And feel that I am running late. So lets get started. Timers set? Good see you in Fifteen minutes.
I guess I had a little bit of Halloween to shake off. Odd since I thought this would lead me into an accounting kerfuffle. But murder mystery is fine too.
Monday, November 2nd: Their accounts differed greatly.
Their accounts differed greatly. Sean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He let it fall back to his side and when his partner caught his eye and tilted her head towards the door in silent question, he gave her a short nod. The two of them stepped outside onto the back porch. Cassie shut the door behind them and let out a long sigh.
‘Well that’s a useless mess isn’t it,” she said. Her voice was pitched low so as not to carry to the group of people still in the house.
Sean nodded a mess was the nicest thing they could call it. Everyone had a different story. It wasn’t unusual to have some variation at a crime scene. Some discrepancy was always to be expected. Tall short, dark light, all of the characteristics that defined anyone could and would be blurred depending on who was viewing them. When the event was as traumatic as this, more variation would onl be natural. But this wasn’t variation. This was something different.
“Its like each of them was watching something completely different,” Sean said.
Cassie nodded and let out another one of her sighs. He could sense the frustration in her breath. Felt it thrumming from his own veins. Blood was everywhere. There were body parts from what the coroners thought might be at least six different bodies. They would have to piece them together to see what the final count was as well as if they were missing a any pieces. Sean strongly suspected they were. Nothing was left whole. It would be a miracle if they got all of the pieces. He fully expected some one walking their dog by the house in a few days to call in a panic because they found an ear or something that was overlooked. The state of the front yard was the real reason they were on the back porch and all of the witnesses, such as they were, were inside. All of the statements had been taken, at least from those capable of giving them, but they couldn’t be released as leaving would entail them walking through most of the crime scene. Even here in the back, CSI units were starting to make their way around the sides of the house. At the moment the back was still shrouded in darkness. It was a darkness further deepened by the lights shining in the front. No one could be aloud out until it too had been searched.
“A lot of drinking,” Sean said.
Cassie snorted. She couldn’t deny the drinking but they both knew that wasn’t the main issue. “Drinking might blur things but not to this extent,” she told him. “We’ve got some who are willing to swear it was someone with an axe. Others a machine gun.” She shook her head. “Another claimed it was a clown car that emptied out a gaggle of clowns into the yard and still another claims it was a knife wielding biker gang.”
“Do you call a group of clowns a gaggle,” Sean asked. It was better than thinking about the front yard, and what might still be lurking in the back.
“You prefer herd?” she asked.
Sean shrugged. “Still don’t know who the victims are,” he reminded her.
“I know,” she said. “No one thinks anyone is missing. No one can’t find any of the people they expect to find. Everyone is accounted for.”
“Maybe the clown herd brought their victims,” Sean said.
“But why bring them here?” She asked. “Why do any of this?”
Ten til Midnight 