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October 26, 2016
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A Summer Mystery Part 4: The conclusion

“So, the killer must have continued toward the basement,” Brown said.

The group now stood in the basement room where the body was found.

“The body was instead brought here,” Brown continued. “I do not think that the killer realized that during this time of day there are two doormen on at the same time.

“I think the killer was trying to stash the body somewhere else in the basement. Or get it out of the building. But when Eddie came around the corner here, the killer panicked. A plastic bag that had been wrapped around Mr. Johnson’s head to make sure no blood was dripped was removed and the body was covered with cardboard.”

The group stood in silence.

“Well, I guess all that makes sense,” Tom said.

“Terrible,” Mrs. Johnson said.

“Now our killer simply has to exit the building through the service entrance and return a few hours later, waltzing back past Eddie and acting like they hadn’t been home for a few hours.”

Brown polished off his ice coffee loudly.



“Would you like to explain to us why you did it?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Definitely not. Boyfriend over here heard you playing speed chess with Mr. Johnson.”

“You have no proof.”

“A black chess piece was found on the floor of the apartment. It had fingerprints on it.”

“And these fingerprints were mine?”

“Curiously, your prints were not on that specific piece and that had me stumped for a while.”

“Ah ha!”

“We did find them on the rest of the pieces that were in the chest board. The ones that you picked up after they were scattered when you hit Mr. Johnson over the head. Unfortunately, you missed one.”

Tom gasped.

Brown continued.

“It seems that you won’t be saving that new apartment between you from foreclosure after all, which, I suspect, is why you killed Mr. Johnson in the first place. His life insurance policy, however, will certainly allow Mrs. Johnson to go through with the sale, renovate and move in. Not much of a consolation.”

“I want my lawyer.”

“I’m sure you do, sir.”

Brown radioed his partner.

“When you come down to the basement, bring me a fresh iced coffee.”

Brown winked at the girlfriend. “Also, come arrest this jerk.”