A Man Bound By Nothing Isn't Free
“Hey, chief! I’ve got some new info.”
What did you find?
“Well, I went to talk with the nearby neighbors and they all said the same thing, but I did find out that according to Guy, there had been some beef between him and his brother. It sounded like some dispute regarding inheritance or something.”
So maybe this whole thing was out of a brotherly quarrel. Either way, Get this, the fire wasn’t an accident, they found that gasoline was used and that Mildred was knocked out. Guy looked like he was protecting her in that fire.
“At the very least, I’m that these good folk weren’t part of an insurance scheme. Before I forget, I also ran into one of the vendors from the farmer’s market and he told me that around midnight he picked up a hitchhiker. He told him that he was there to see his brother but found out the brother didn’t live there anymore. It might not be anything important but it’s not something we should just rule out.”
Did the vendor say anything as to where this guy was going?
“Told me that the hitchhiker asked for directions to the nearest inn.”
Then that’s where we’ll go next. It’s the only lead we have, might as well take a bite.
“What will you do if this is our guy?”
We’ll book him and get him processed. But we need to make sure that this is our guy and not some guy who got himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
“What do you think he looks like? What if he’s like one of them old-timey fellows, you know? Dressed in a tuxedo, cape, and a top hat, and one of those mustaches that are super wide and thin with curls at the end.”
No, I don’t think so. Dressing like that would bring too much attention to himself. If I had to guess, he would most likely be running around in a get-up no different than that of any other man. Shirt, pants, maybe even some suspenders.
“Sure, but that’s such a lackluster description. Tell me more. What about his face?”
His face. There is a scar along his forehead and it ends just before it reaches his eye. He has a thick and bushy mustache.
“Does he have a beard?”
Nothing more than a stubble.
“Hey, wanna bet on it?”
You want to bet on the appearance of a man who may or may not be the killer of two people?
Sure, I’ll bite. What are the stakes?
“The one with the closest description wins. Let’s say forty dollars in the pot.”
Alright, I’ll do it. Just know that you can’t change your description now.
“Why would I do that? I have full faith that I am right.”
Well, when the time comes you’d better put your money where your mouth is. Now pull over we’re here.
“You go on inside, I’ll park the car ‘round back.”
“Hello, mister officer. What can I do ya for today?”
Hey, there sweetness. We’re looking for a guy right now, you wouldn’t mind letting me take a peek at your guest logs?
“You mean to tell me you’re not here for me?”
Of course not. Why would I?
“Humph, you’re too cruel. The logs are in the room behind me. Hope you find your guy, officer.”
Thank you kindly. My partner will be here in a bit. Could you let him know I'm back there?
Guest logs, let’s see. Where could it be?
“Hey chief, Cindy out there seems all huffy, what did you say to her?”
Nothing really, I just asked her for the guest logs, now get over here and help me look for them. I can’t find anything in this messy room.
What is it?
What are we looking for exactly? Like I know the guest logs but what if he is using a fake name? What do we do then?
Here it is, I found it.
What? Quit looking at me like that and tell me what time the guy got here.
"The vendor had told me he dropped our guy off in the middle of the night, so look for anything between late last night and early this morning."
Hey Bill, check this out. Someone under the name of Nem Hall checked in at 1:40 in the morning. There's no check-out time so there's a chance that may still be here.
"Well, would you look at that? What room does it say he's in?"
It says room 103, it should be to our right.
"Knock on the door. See if he's still here."
Hello, this is officer Dice. We would like to speak with the guest inside.
"Hey chief, back up. Someone's coming."
"Good day officers. How may I help you gentlemen this fine afternoon."
Mr. Hall, I presume.
"That is I."
Mr. Hall, are you related to either Guy Hall or Mildred Hall.
"I am. Guy Hall was my brother."
Was? Then you are aware of the event that occurred earlier this morning.
"If you're referring to the fire, then yes I am very well aware."
Mr. Hall this is a very serious situation. Would you come with us down to the station for further questioning?
"It doesn’t appear as though I have much of a choice."
Thank you, Mr. Hall. Bill put cuffs on him and take him to the car.
"You comfortable back there?"
"I can't complain."
Don't worry we'll be there soon. Where you from Hall? I've lived in this town for 40-something years and I've never heard of you folk.
"We Halls were pretty secretive people. In of no fault of your own for knowing who we are."
“Were”, as in your no longer secretive?
“Well yes, but I was mostly referring to the fact that I’m that last of the Halls. The lineage ends with me.”
That's some heavy stuff. Well, it’s no longer any of our concerns. We’re here. I'll let the people inside finish questioning you.
“Come on, let's get you in a cell. The detectives will get here shortly.”
You free tonight?
“Just about. But aren't you forgetting something?”
What are you talking about?
“Chief, I was closest.”
Like hell you were.
“He's got the cape and suit, the win is mine.”
He’s got a scar on his face, I called that one.
“Thin mustache with curls at the end though. That's two for three.”
Fine, take your twenty.
“Come on chief, don’t be like that. Here, drinks are on me tonight.”