A Man Bound By Nothing Isn't Free
“Mr. Hall, I’d like to make this quick, and I’m sure you don’t want to be answering questions all day.”
I don’t mind, really. It’s not as though I have much else to do this afternoon.
“Well then, let’s get started. Where were you between the fourth and fifth of this month between eight P.M. and four A.M.”
A fair bit happened on that night. Around the crack of dusk, I found myself in the trunk of my late brother’s car. I had woken just as-”
“Hold on. Why were you in the trunk?”
You’ve only asked for my whereabouts within the given time frame, nothing more.
“Okay let’s forget the original question. Please tell me of the events leading up to you being in the trunk.”
Very well. That morning, on the fourth, Guy had shown himself to the entrance of my home.
“Your home being located, where?”
I’ve built a lodge in the forest. I’ve been living there for well over fifteen years.
“I see, we’ll need to ask more about that later. Please, continue.”
Guy had told me that he had wanted to make amends. He had come squabbling about a plan he’d put together to be our ”last and greatest hit”.
“By ‘hit’ you are referring to something along the lines of a heist?”
That is correct, Guy and I were what you would call “highwaymen”.
“Highwaymen huh, I’ll make sure to ask more about that later as well.”
I was immediately made suspicious of Guy, he wasn’t a forgiving man nor was he one to ask for forgiveness. But of course, I decided to humor him. After he gave me his half-assed plan, we got into his car and drove out to look for the supplies he called for. Do you mind bringing me some water? I'm beginning to feel parched.
“Yeah I could get you a glass, just wait here and don't go anywhere.”
By all means, take your time. This room has but one exit. The walls meet corner to corner without so much as a window to let fresh air in. walking in I saw a couple policemen posted outside, and now the detective is there too. I’m fairly certain I could escape from these handcuffs rather easily, the room itself may pose a challenge. The light fixture above me doesn’t seem very secure. Shattering it would give me something to use on the detective when he gets back. But blood, how filthy it is. For now, I will comply until a better opening presents itself.
“Mr. Hall, here’s your glass. Coming back I heard some mumbling, do you mind explaining to me what it was about?”
Pay it no mind, I was simply reviewing my evening plans.
“Sorry to break it to you, but you’re going to be here for quite some time.”
I see. Well, then I’ll postpone them for the morrow.
“Yeah sure, how about we put our focus back onto the hit.”
The target was a transport car holding, as Guy put it, "enough dough to take us to the moon". We’ve acquired enough supplies, now all that was left was to get to the location and set everything up. We parked on a hill overseeing a small road where our supposed target was meant to drive over. Guy went ahead and placed traps that were meant to stall our target. I was to be a lookout.
"Did this vehicle ever appear?"
Of course not. This plan of Guy's was never made to make him rich, at the very least not from a transport cart, it was to get rid of me.
"Okay, I'm assuming this is when you were put into the trunk."
It was. After Guy had set up his traps, he had come back to me. I asked him when the target was getting here and he told me "just before nightfall". Soon after he bashed me over the head, knocking me out.
"So now we're caught up. Please continue with what you were doing in the trunk."
I was woken up just as the engine had cut out. I knew he was coming towards me so I decided to feign unconsciousness.
"Where had Guy taken you?"
We ended up by a river. His plan was most likely to throw me in and have me drown.
"How did that turn out?"
Well, considering I'm here answering questions, I believe it went fairly well for me.
"I was mainly referring to how exactly you escaped."
Guy was an extremely careless fellow. He didn't take any precautions after knocking me unconscious. All I had to do was sink to the bottom and wait for him to leave.
"So what did you do once Guy left?"
I made my way towards Guy's home.
"So you were there on the night of the fire."
Of course. I was the one who started it.
"You were the one responsible?"
Why yes, I was.
"Tell me about what happened."
Gladly. I drew attention to the entrance then shortly after broke the window to Guy's garage and entered.
"Did they not hear the glass shatter?"
If they had then I would not have the right to call myself a Hall.
“Okay, so you enter the garage, now what?”
At this time, I heard Mildred making her way to me. While she was frantically throwing her luggage into the car I struck her over her head. All that was left to do was to pour the cans of gasoline that had been lying around. I lit a match and made my way out of there.
“You beat a woman unconscious then start a fire that is responsible for killing two people. You are aware that you’ve confessed to two very serious crimes?”
It’s not as though there is much importance in it.
“No importance? With what you’ve just told me you could be facing upwards of seventy years in the pen.”
Seventy years? That is indeed quite some time. However, as I’ve said, I have plans for the morrow.