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Murder At The Aries Estate (standard:mystery, 3827 words) | |||
Author: Jim Keim | Added: Aug 21 2016 | Views/Reads: 3044/1806 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Several murders occur at the Aries Estate during a meeting. The police come and investigate and the killer is apprehended with an extremely happy ending. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Everyone stopped talking and just stood there in awe, staring at each other. Miriam called the police right away. A couple of police cars and an ambulance arrived in a short while. The detective, who introduced himself as Bill Madsen, told everyone to stay put; that he'd need to ask them some questions. Ann introduced herself and explained she was the one who discovered the body. The detective asked her a few questions and said he'd get back with her later. The EMT people came in and took Margaret's body away in a body bag. The detective asked all the members to please have a seat so he could talk to them. He took out a pen and a small notebook from his coat pocket and began taking down everyone's names. Ann glanced around the room and suddenly noticed Frank wasn't there. She mentioned to the detective that Frank was in the room when he and the police arrived and now Frank is missing. About then all the lights came back on. “Oh, thank heavens.” the detective remarked. Detective Madsen told his officers to take a good look around the place while he began his interviews. He had the knife sent back with one of the officers to be checked for prints and possible DNA. He had just finished interviewing several of the members when one of his officers came back into the room and announced he found Frank. “So, Sgt. Harrison. Where is he? Is he on his way?” “No sir, I'm afraid not. He's dead?” Dead? But how ...?” “I found him upstairs in the first floor bathroom. His neck had been broken.” Detective Madsen instructed his officers to stay with the members while he went upstairs to check it out. He found Frank lying face up on the floor; his neck as limp as a rag doll. He pulled out the man's ID from his back pocket and sure enough, it was Frank Mingo. Detective Madsen called for another ambulance to pick up the body. He then went downstairs to resume his questioning. Everyone in the group had about the same thing to say, the fact they were all together at the meeting and didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. They all mentioned how the meeting began late because Margaret hadn't showed up. The detective stood up and said he wanted everyone to remain seated for the moment, but he asked Miriam and Ann to follow him into the next room. “Ladies, would you have a seat, please? I wanted to talk with the two of you, away from the others. I recall you mentioned the two of you were drinking alone by the window when you noticed the Jeep Margaret drove was parked outside. Did either of you see or hear anything unusual when the other members were having their group discussions?” Miriam said she really didn't notice much because she was so obsessed with the Jeep being out there. “And Ann? How about you?” “No sir. Pretty much like Miriam, I was concentrating on the Jeep.” “Okay, fine. Miss Cassidy. You can go out and join the others for a few minutes.” Ann left the room while Det. Madsen pulled a chair over next to Miriam. “Ma'am. I guess I need to ask you the ultimate question. Can you think of any reason why anyone would want to murder these two people and do you think anyone out there had a motive for doing such a thing?” “I don't believe anyone among our group is a murderer, if that's what you're getting at, but two of the men tonight did make some cutting remarks about Margaret being late and not caring if she showed up or not.” “Oh, and who were they?” “Jeff Bender and Jack Litton. Jeff said she could drop dead for all he cared. They never did like Margaret, but then I believe it's just a matter of jealousy.” “Jealousy? Over what?” “My list.” “List. What do you mean by your list?” Miriam explained how she'd sent the members all a letter last month announcing how this would be her last meeting as leader and chairperson of the convention; that she'd be retiring. At the same time, she would relinquish all her stock and publishing rights to the monthly magazine Age of Light, which was grossing in the tens of thousands of dollars. All of this, including the prestige would then go to the next person on the list. “May I ask how you created this list of yours?” “Well, I went through the roster and ranked it by seniority so that the next person in rank would acquire all the rights and ownership. If that person, for some reason did not want the position or was unable to fulfill it, then it would go on to the next person, and so on. If you'll follow me into my office, I can give you a copy of the list.” Det. Madsen followed Miriam Cauldron into her office where she promptly pulled out a copy of the list from her top desk drawer and handed it to him. He studied it for a few moments and what he noticed was quite shocking. “Miriam. Take a look at this. It seems the first person on your list to take over control was to be Margaret Timms, and she was the first person to be found murdered. And look at this. The next person on the list was Frank Mingo, who was also found murdered. Don't you find that quite unusual?” “Oh my God, you're right! Jesus ... look who's next on the list. It's Ann Cassidy. I've got to warn her.” Miriam and the detective left the office and headed out to the parlor where everyone was still seated, all except for Ann and Jeff Bender. Miriam noticed right away Ann and Jeff were gone. She asked her group why Ann and Jeff weren't there and one of the members told her Ann asked to be excused so she could use the ladies room upstairs. “And? What's that got to do with Jeff?” Madsen asked. One of the officers said the lady had to use the bathroom, but announced she was afraid to go alone. Jeff Bender said his wife and she were good friends. They used to get together all the time. He offered to escort her to the door and wait. He said he was worried for her and felt it was his duty to be sure she stayed safe. Detective Madsen became furious with his men. “How long have they been gone?” he yelled. “About 10 minutes, sir.” “Shit,” screamed Miriam. Jeff is number four on my roster!” “You're right, Miriam. We've got to find them.” Det. Madsen told Miriam to wait in the parlor with the other members. He gave her an extra walkie-talkie and told her if anyone in the group tried to leave or if she needed him for any reason, to call him. He grouped all of his officers together and had them fan out in different directions. Det. Madsen mounted the stairs, two steps at a time and pounded on the door of the nearest bathroom. After no response, he stormed in with his weapon drawn. The room was empty. Absolutely no one there, although the cake of soap was recently used, the hand towel was damp, and the sweet aroma of Wind Song permeated the air. Ann was wearing that when he met her. She had been there, and quite recently. He frantically began checking all the bedrooms and other bathrooms on his floor, while the other officers were checking their areas. They were communicating with each other over their radios, but so far, nothing was found. Miriam was listening to the chatter over her radio. Perspiration was running down her face as tension began to build. Suddenly, one of the officers called Det. Madsen on the radio and told him to come up to the next floor and down to the last bedroom at the end of the hall. When Det. Madsen got there, he discovered Officer Miller lying there with his throat slit, and his weapon was missing. He was still breathing and tried to tell him something, but before he could, he died. Det. Madsen told everyone to continue their search, while he went back down to his floor to continue searching the rest of the rooms. He cautiously opened the door to the last bedroom, holding his weapon tightly with both hands. With his foot, he slowly slid open the sliding closet door, but it was empty. He stood there for a moment, trying to put everything into perspective. Perhaps they could somehow have gotten outside. About then, he thought he heard a muffled sound, almost like a sniffle. He looked down towards the foot of the bed where he was standing and saw something that looked like the toe of an athletic shoe. Pointing his gun downward, he shouted “is anyone there?” No one answered, but he could hear what sounded like heavy, irregular breathing. “I'm a police officer. I suggest you come out of there, while you still can.” Suddenly he heard a female's voice. She was crying and screaming to please help her. He reached down, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her out from under the bed. He helped her up to a sitting position. She'd been stabbed in the shoulder and the neck, but it didn't appear to be too bad. “Oh my God, he tried to kill me,” she cried. “He had a knife. I kicked him and when he lost the knife, he pulled out a gun from the waistband of his slacks. I slammed the door into his face and ran. Oh my God, it was awful.” “Hold on now. Slow down. Who was this individual?” “It was Jeff ... Jeff Bender. I ... I had to use the restroom. I was scared so Jeff said he'd escort me to make sure I stayed safe.” “Why didn't you ask one of my officers to go with you?” “I was afraid they had enough responsibility already. And besides, Jeff is ... was my friend, or so I thought. His wife and I work together back in Akron and the three of us used to play cards on most weekends.” “Well, the main thing is you're safe now. We'll get those wounds taken care of. They aren't too bad. You were lucky. I'm going to have two officers come up here and stay with you until we can apprehend this maniac. He's on the run, somewhere in this estate and now he's got a gun, making him even more dangerous. I'd rather keep you here under guard than to try to get you down the hall and downstairs with Jeff on the loose. He obviously wants control of the convention and he'll stop at nothing to take over Miriam's position.” Det. Madsen radioed his officers, telling one of them to stay with Miriam and the members, and the rest of them to come up to the second floor where he was. He asked one of them to bring a first aid kit along. He told Miriam he found Ann, safe and sound, and she would be out of harms way, until they could catch Jeff. As soon as the men arrived, he put one officer inside the room with Ann, and posted another outside the door. He had the rest of them fan out and concentrate on checking the upper floors, searching every room. He insisted they call for backup if any one of them spot Jeff. He didn't want them taking any chances. They spent some time searching everywhere and came up with nothing. Then Det. Madsen got his first break. He'd been searching around the top floor when he came upon a door at the end of a hallway. The doorknob had blood on it. He slowly eased it open a crack. It was very dark inside, with only a tiny bit of light being emitted from a small window above. He could tell there was a narrow, steep stairway, leading up to another floor; apparently an attic area. He drew his weapon and cautiously began ascending the staircase. It wasn't until he was a third of the way up that he realized in the midst of the excitement; he'd forgotten to call for backup. He pulled out his radio, but it was too late. A steamer trunk came flying down the steps, knocking him backwards. His radio flew out of his hand and disappeared somewhere into the darkness. His chest was on fire. Whatever was in that old trunk was extremely heavy and it had pinned him against the door. His gun was lying only a foot out of reach. He figured if he stretched hard enough, he might be able to grab it. He was only an inch from touching it when a bullet bored through his shoulder. The burning was almost unbearable. He screamed out in pain as he tried to keep his wits about him. A figure appeared at the top of the staircase, coming closer and closer toward him in the darkness. Two more shots rang out, this time tearing into the trunk. Finally, he could see the figure; it was Jeff Bender. Jeff stood there laughing at him. “Well, well, Mr. Detective. Looks like we finally meet, eye to eye. Only this time, I have the advantage. You see, nobody knows where we are and I am about to blow your brains all over that wall.” “Look Jeff, you lost. Give it up. Even if you do get out of here, you are exposed. Everyone knows about you now. You could never take over Miriam's position.” “Oh, I know that now, thanks to Ann. If only I could have killed her, things would have worked out for me. So, now this whole thing has turned into a game. For me to win, I only have to kill you. I figure I can go on the run, change my identity and get out of the country. I've got a friend in Jamaica who can hide me out indefinitely.” “If you give yourself up, I may be able to cut you a deal.” “Yea, some deal. You'd probably get me a deal on life in prison instead of death. No, sorry. It's my deal right now and you lost.” Jeff pointed the Glock at Det. Madsen's head and just as he was ready to fire, two officers hit the door, flinging the trunk and Madsen out of the way. The bullet hit the one officer in the chest but the other officer managed to get two shots off, one into Jeff's abdomen and one into his thigh, sending him toppling down the staircase. They immediately called for an EMT after cuffing their suspect. When the EMT crew arrived, they treated Det. Madsen for his shoulder wound, which turned out to be nothing more than a grazing. Lucky for the officer hit in the chest, he was wearing a bulletproof vest. They also treated Jeff's wounds and took him away on a stretcher. Det. Madsen, still a bit shaky in the legs, started down the hall along side a couple of his officers. As he neared the end of the hallway, Miriam came flying up the stairs and threw her arms around him. “I thought ... I, ah ... are you going to be okay?” “Yeah, the bullet just grazed me. It's nothing, really.” He wiped the tears away from her eyes and told her it was all over with. As soon as they all got back down to the parlor, he told the members they were all free to go now. Ann was led in by one of the officers. She and Miriam hugged each other and soon as the two of them calmed down, Det. Madsen met with them in Miriam's office. “Well, Miss Cassidy. I believe congratulations are in order here.” He reached out and shook her hand. “Looks like you'll be heading up the convention next year.” Ann smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She thanked him and said how grateful she was for him saving her life. He told her it was only part of his job. Miriam sat there, getting all teary eyed again. “Hey, hey now. It's over. Lets forget about this mess. There's got to be better things in life, like what time am I picking you up for dinner tomorrow night?” “What? What are you saying?” “I'm ... I ... hell, I don't know. Hey. Do you want to go out to eat tomorrow night or don't you?” “Yes. Yes I do,” she remarked shyly. The glitter in her eyes and smile on her face said it all. “All right. Seven okay?” “Fine. Yes. I'll be waiting.” Det. Madsen and his crew had everything wrapped up within the hour and were soon on their way. Several of the members and Ann stayed over that night. The next day proved to be a bright sunny one and things were looking better. The members who stayed over, left to go back home and a cleanup crew arrived to take care of the mess in the estate. Oh, and the dinner date that evening with Det. Madsen was one in a series of many which eventually led to one of the grandest wedding parties ever to be held in the Aries Mansion. The End Tweet
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