Brick Walls: A Mystery Short Story
"Boy, somebody beat the crap out of this guy, didn’t they?"
"You got that right."
"Who found him?" Rick Jamison asked.
"Boy, somebody beat the crap out of this guy, didn’t they?"
"You got that right."
"Who found him?" Rick Jamison asked.
The car carrying the three men rolled to a stop. The woman who had been kicking the bumper of an old pick-up truck and calling it several bad names stopped and looked at them. "Can I help you?" she asked calmly.
“We need to talk.” I’ve never heard much of anything good coming from those words. It was kind of like hearing, “You get to go first in Double Jeopardy!”
Jim Thompson threw his pen on the desk, took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "This guy’s gonna drive me completely nuts."
His partner, Joanne Wentworth, stood and walked to the coffee pot. "You ready for another cup?"
Maggie turned to see Richard’s expression as they approached the falls. She felt him pressing up against her just seconds before, but now he wasn’t there. She turned and looked the other way. “Richie?” A few people around her looked her direction, but Richie did not answer.
As Susan was struggling to open her front door, she thought of her Uncle Theodore. He always had some cute little saying or adage from somewhere else. One of them he said came from Germany and translated into English as, "A lazy man will carry himself to death." She was beginning to believe it as she tried to carry three bags of groceries, two more of Christmas presents, and another of wrapping paper and bows, just to save two trips to the car.
Hawley went into the kitchen and dropped his brief case and coat on a chair. His wife was at the sink peeling potatoes. He turned her around and gave her a huge kiss. "Well," she said, "is it fair to say you had a good day at work?"
The intercom’s yellow light blinked and a soft buzz could be heard.
Wonder what the old biddy wants this time?
Shanna walked to her bosses' door and knocked. "Come in, Shanna," she heard Gina Hargrove say.
“Now, you’re sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yes. Positive.”
“Because once this is put into motion, it cannot be stopped. You will have no way of getting in contact with me.”
“I understand.”
“Ok. You bring the money and pictures?”
It started out as a normal St. Patrick’s Day celebration in the town of Southern, Missouri, but before it was all over, four people ended up being treated at the Anderson Mental Hospital in Columbia. And of those four, three were under arrest for attempted grand theft. As for the rest of the people in Southern, St. Patrick’s Day would never be the same. What had seemed to be “legend” at one time now appeared to be “truth.”