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Post by Eyes on Mar 27, 2016 16:11:13 GMT -5
Literary Mosaic 2
Assassin
Mr. Adolf Gunnarson stepped out into the cool air of the London night.
"Ah," he said, "so peaceful and calm."
He walked home thinking about the dinner party he had been to. He was about to enter his apartment when he heard a man say, "Well, I suppose we'll have to kill her off, then."
He chuckled to himself. Ah, playwrights!
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Post by Tug on Mar 27, 2016 16:20:03 GMT -5
When Gunnarson looked into his living room, he said a woman standing there...
"Miss how did you get into my apartment?" he asked questionably
"There's no time, I hear your a great detective and I need your help!" the comma shouted frantically
"Calm down miss, what's the problem?' Gunnarson asked
"An associate I work with is dead and I think it's espionage!" she said still frantic...
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Post by Eyes on Mar 27, 2016 19:13:11 GMT -5
"Why do you think it is espionage, mademoiselle?"
"We work for the British Government."
"This sounds serious. Have you notified the police?"
"Yes, sir, we have."
"Right, take me to the crime scene at once, om du ville."
They stepped out into the street, when suddenly a shot rang out, and the woman slumped into Gunnarson's arms.... dead!
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Post by Tug on Mar 27, 2016 19:44:25 GMT -5
Then a man followed by a plethora of footsteps shouted, "Nach ihm , jetzt ! Jetzt!" in a language Gunnarson couldn't tell at the time...
Before the group of men could get to the detective, sirens were raised and shouted came from all buildings, "Bombers Sighted! Germans inbound! Get to the Underground!"
Tons of people flooded the once empty streets, and the mysterious foreigners were swept away with the crowd...
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Post by Eyes on Mar 27, 2016 19:54:02 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the police were still at the crime scene when they heard the news.
"Heavens to Betsy! Another murder, and then sightings of Germans?!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 27, 2016 20:23:17 GMT -5
It would be several hours before Gunnarson regained his senses. Once everything was back to normal, Gunnarson proceeded to the crime scene; fortunately, it was not damaged by the raid. Chief Gent was there
"Hello Gent; what have we got here today?" He asked as he came closer.
"Homicide; victim is a 40 year old male, Walter Farley" he said, bringing him closer to the body. Gunnarson took a closer look at the victim.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 27, 2016 20:33:38 GMT -5
"Such a shame!" said Gunnarson. "And the woman that told gets killed herself."
"WHAT?!" cried Gent. "Damn it! Why didn't you tell me?!" he shouted to the other policemen.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 28, 2016 0:04:17 GMT -5
"Sir, this is a time of war; we are very short handed as it is" one constable said.
"Gunnarson looked in a jacket pocket, and found some sheets of paper. They had a series of numbers on them, and a partial letter to number decoding table.
"Interesting... What do we have here?" Gunnarson said as he went to have a closer look.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 28, 2016 8:09:07 GMT -5
"And anyway," continued the constable, "she was killed due to a raid."
Gunnarson heard this. "I beg to differ!" he said. "That woman was purposely murdered!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 28, 2016 13:30:01 GMT -5
"What? Two homicides in the same night?!" Gent said in shock. "And you say this woman was connected to this man, meaning that we are looking at a double homicide" Gent surmised.
"But there could be two different, but related murderers" a constable pointed out.
"What the heck is going on here?" Gent asked, looking up at the sky.
"I got it!" Gunnarson said. "I have one possible theory" he continued.
"What is it?" Gent asked.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 28, 2016 14:45:24 GMT -5
"If you don't mind, I'd prefer to keep it to myself for the time being. I'd like to test it first."
"Well... I suppose that's all right," said Gent.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 28, 2016 16:58:22 GMT -5
Gunnarson was carefully looking over the crime scene. After a very thorough analysis of the scene, Gunnarson had found eight clues:
1) The paper with the letters and numbers
2) 3 cigarettes, still smoldering
3) 2 Shoe prints, one partial and one complete
4) A bottle of beer, that was not a local brand
5) A torn scarf with a unique pattern, clutched tightly in the victim's hand
6) Some hair, caught in the victim's fingernails
7) A broken half to a walking stick, that matched a bruise on the victim's back
8) The shell casing from the fired bullet
"This all has to do with the crime?" Gent asked.
Look, there are no trash receptacles here, so there's no reason for anything to be in this alley. Meaning, anything within a reasonable distance to the body is good evidence" he said. "Look around us, there are clear signs of a struggle. The victim has hair in his fingernails from when he tried to grab his attacker, and he actually managed to rip off part of the killer's scarf. See this? These cigarettes, I recognize the pattern anywhere- these are Royal Guard Brand, they're quite pricey and hard to find, so this is our killer's favorite brand. The walking stick, clearly an attempt to knock down the victim. And as the killer was leaving, he stepped here, onto this. Based on the tread pattern, these look like... size 14 work boots, which is not a common shoe size, mind you. That beer bottle is not a local brand, the killer must have been enjoying a drink and smoke, waiting in ambush for the victim; no doubt there are fingerprints on it. This shell casing- I will need to examine this and the document further, but these hairs. Our victim has brown hair as you can see, an these hairs are blonde. In short, we find a blonde haired man who owns the other half of this walking stick and scarf..." Gunnarson said.
"We find the killer?" Gent surmised.
"Bingo" Gunnarson followed up with.
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Post by Toz76 on Mar 28, 2016 17:46:25 GMT -5
Gunnarson walked back to his apartment deep in thought. He almost didn't see the large blond man until he ran into him.
"Oof!"
"Watch it, you!"
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Post by Eyes on Mar 28, 2016 18:05:21 GMT -5
"Sorry!" said Gunnarson, and he entered his apartment again.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 28, 2016 18:33:25 GMT -5
(Wait, didn't you say one sentence posts werent permitted?)
As he settled into his apartment, the unofficial detective went to his chalkboard and began compiling the information he needed to figure out who it was.
"Let's see... he's got blond hair, size 14 shoes, smokes Royal Guard cigarettes, drinks (foreign brand name here) beer, and has a torn scarf and broken walking stick." He said to himself. Then he looked at the coded paper "but what of this?" he asked himself.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 28, 2016 19:11:27 GMT -5
(I purposely didn't add any rules to this, mainly because if it helps move the story forward, I'm fine with it.)
Gunnarson decided to sleep on it, and next morning, woke up feeling refreshed, and ready to kick into action.
He decided his first step was to...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 28, 2016 19:17:13 GMT -5
Get himself together.
So after breakfast and getting dressed, he went on and tackled the case before him.
"So these two cases are connected no doubt. I've got an idea for who killed the man, but the woman... it all happened so fast" he thought to himself. He went to the paper and tried to see what it was all about.
"The only reason someone would code a message is that he would only want certain people to read it. No doubt, if I'm ever going to solve this case, I've got to figure out this message.
He had some of the code, which was a start, so he began looking at the message-
"Let's see if this letter corresponds to this number, and as do these... a ha! I see the pattern now. So then this number must be this letter..."
And he began to solve the code, one word at a time.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 30, 2016 17:30:59 GMT -5
When he finished, he stared. Before him said: "Your red dog's life isn't there. Is there an in joke? Watch out for danger!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 30, 2016 17:40:55 GMT -5
"It has got to be some sort of code" he concluded. But what did the "red dog" refer too? There had to be some sort of metaphor there.
"Wait...what was the name of that pub 3 blocks over? If I take Red Dog, and rearrange... Godred. There's that pub called Godred's. Could it be a meeting location?"
It was a stretch at best, but it was the only lead he had. He went to Godred's to look for any "suspicious characters."
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Post by Eyes on Mar 30, 2016 17:46:26 GMT -5
(Actually, Frank, it was a code within a code...  ) And now we leave Gunnarson, and take a different aspect of the case....
Elvira Revinev plunged the dagger into his back. Elvira was a trained assassin, who was always one step above the law. Just now, she had been hired to kill Evan Evenov, who had angered her employer. She used her looks to lure unsuspecting males to their doom, and was friendly enough to do the same with women. |
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