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mid-sentence.”
Ralph inspected every inch of the rope and system and wondered why it was made. He was sure that whoever lived in the bedroom was a suspect, but couldn’t imagine why the doctors would have a prisoner living there. And he wondered where the doctor who owned this lodge was and what may have happened to him.
“The doctors were both psychologists,” Mark added. “Maybe the person who lived in the rooms here was a violent patient.”
“A violent patient who escaped, it looks to me. Did you send those prints to a lab somewhere?”
“Yes, sir. Results aren’t in yet.”
“Thank you, officer. Tell me, who saw the lodge owner tearing down Route 8?”
“Adam Patterson and his wife. They’re yearlys. Live over on South Shore road. And the owners name is Doctor William Straus, in case you forgot.”
“Did the yearlys mention if Doctor William Straus was alone or if he had company in his car?”
“They said he was alone but couldn’t be sure. He was moving at a pretty good clip.”
“Anyone try to find out if Doctor William Straus has a cell phone we could call?”
“Not that I know of, chief. Want me to do some digging?”
“Dig away,” Ralph said, finally removing his gaze off the rope and into Mark’s eyes. “Nice job in here, officer. Now, do me another two favors, would you?”
“Anything, chief.”
“While you’re digging for Doctor William Straus’s cell number, find out what kind of car he drives and send in whoever inspected the rest of the house.”
For the next two hours, Ralph interviewed every person in the cabin. Ralph learned that several things had been taken from the cabin, including the contents of a wall safe, food, clothes, and some medical equipment. When he was done talking to everyone individually, he left the room where the bodies were, told the coroner to inspect the bodies for any other clues, and then assembled his team in the great room of the cabin. He pulled himself to his full five foot seven frame, wrenched his pants up and over his girthy beer belly, and waited for everyone to quiet down.
“Gentlemen, what we have here is a murder. Three murders, all most likely perpetrated by the same person. We can assume that the suspect is the person who lived in that prison-like room. We can assume that the doctors were afraid of him for some reason, and we can assume that they were trying to fix whatever was wrong with the person who lived in that room. We can also assume that the other victim, Roger Fay, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Basically, we can assume a hell of a lot until we find out what the hell was going on in this place.
“Now, I know none of you have ever seen a murder scene before. And I am sure that some of you may be nervous as hell about your role in this investigation. I have done this before. Trust me. I know y’all think that I am crazy, but I’m tasking you to trust me. I am only as crazy as I need to be. No more, and no less.
“This cabin is now our headquarters. I like to be close to my work when doing something like this investigation. We cannot forget that we have a whole lot of other people who live in this town who are going to be scared out of their right minds once they hear about these murders. Don’t forget that your job is to protect and to serve.
“Yes, this investigation is going to take up a lot of man-hours, but you cannot neglect your other duties. In order that the other duties don’t get neglected, I am going to ask that officer Mark Grace and I do all the full-time work on this case. Y’all others will be doing some things now and then, but mostly you are going to keep on doing your jobs.
“We will catch this bastard, or if there is more than one, these bastards. I promise you and your families that. I need y’all to
Ralph inspected every inch of the rope and system and wondered why it was made. He was sure that whoever lived in the bedroom was a suspect, but couldn’t imagine why the doctors would have a prisoner living there. And he wondered where the doctor who owned this lodge was and what may have happened to him.
“The doctors were both psychologists,” Mark added. “Maybe the person who lived in the rooms here was a violent patient.”
“A violent patient who escaped, it looks to me. Did you send those prints to a lab somewhere?”
“Yes, sir. Results aren’t in yet.”
“Thank you, officer. Tell me, who saw the lodge owner tearing down Route 8?”
“Adam Patterson and his wife. They’re yearlys. Live over on South Shore road. And the owners name is Doctor William Straus, in case you forgot.”
“Did the yearlys mention if Doctor William Straus was alone or if he had company in his car?”
“They said he was alone but couldn’t be sure. He was moving at a pretty good clip.”
“Anyone try to find out if Doctor William Straus has a cell phone we could call?”
“Not that I know of, chief. Want me to do some digging?”
“Dig away,” Ralph said, finally removing his gaze off the rope and into Mark’s eyes. “Nice job in here, officer. Now, do me another two favors, would you?”
“Anything, chief.”
“While you’re digging for Doctor William Straus’s cell number, find out what kind of car he drives and send in whoever inspected the rest of the house.”
For the next two hours, Ralph interviewed every person in the cabin. Ralph learned that several things had been taken from the cabin, including the contents of a wall safe, food, clothes, and some medical equipment. When he was done talking to everyone individually, he left the room where the bodies were, told the coroner to inspect the bodies for any other clues, and then assembled his team in the great room of the cabin. He pulled himself to his full five foot seven frame, wrenched his pants up and over his girthy beer belly, and waited for everyone to quiet down.
“Gentlemen, what we have here is a murder. Three murders, all most likely perpetrated by the same person. We can assume that the suspect is the person who lived in that prison-like room. We can assume that the doctors were afraid of him for some reason, and we can assume that they were trying to fix whatever was wrong with the person who lived in that room. We can also assume that the other victim, Roger Fay, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Basically, we can assume a hell of a lot until we find out what the hell was going on in this place.
“Now, I know none of you have ever seen a murder scene before. And I am sure that some of you may be nervous as hell about your role in this investigation. I have done this before. Trust me. I know y’all think that I am crazy, but I’m tasking you to trust me. I am only as crazy as I need to be. No more, and no less.
“This cabin is now our headquarters. I like to be close to my work when doing something like this investigation. We cannot forget that we have a whole lot of other people who live in this town who are going to be scared out of their right minds once they hear about these murders. Don’t forget that your job is to protect and to serve.
“Yes, this investigation is going to take up a lot of man-hours, but you cannot neglect your other duties. In order that the other duties don’t get neglected, I am going to ask that officer Mark Grace and I do all the full-time work on this case. Y’all others will be doing some things now and then, but mostly you are going to keep on doing your jobs.
“We will catch this bastard, or if there is more than one, these bastards. I promise you and your families that. I need y’all to
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