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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 24, 2016 22:35:20 GMT -5
They interviewed the manager, who was talking about how "a sack of potatoes had been stolen"... but the weird part was how the potatoes themselves had been poured out and now littered the floor. As if the thief only wanted the sack.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 27, 2016 21:33:49 GMT -5
When Gunnarson went into the back, he was surprised with all the potatoes on the floor.
"I'm afraid we found your sack... it was used to hide a body for a murder" Gunnarson explained.
"Good Lord! Why, I'm just a..." the manager paused. "Wait a second, one of my regular employees, Timothy Grendel, he left early last night, and he didn't come in at his usual time this morning. And I saw him leave through the back door in the stock room, rather than the front door like he usually does. He could have taken the sack on his way out!" He realized.
"Where does he live?" Gunnarson asked.
"28 Cedar Lane; not too far from here" the manager said.
After a quick nod to Gent, Gunnarson bolted out the door and ran to the address.
He began knocking at the door. "Timothy Grendel! I must speak with you urgently!" He called out.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 27, 2016 22:44:27 GMT -5
A tearful woman answered the door. "My husband is dead! He slipped and fell down the stairs last night! I was there!"
Gunnarson was shocked. "I'm a private detective, may I see the body?"
"Is my husband suspected of doing anything illegal?" The woman asked worriedly.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 27, 2016 22:51:31 GMT -5
Gunnarson decided not to pain her. "No ma'am," he said.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 27, 2016 23:04:25 GMT -5
She began leading Gunnarson to the body.
"You have not disturbed the body, have you ma'am? If I am to be of any help, it must be precisely where it landed" Gunnarson said.
"Yes, he's right here" she said as she brought him to the foot of the stairs.
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Post by Tug on Jul 28, 2016 22:31:42 GMT -5
The Body was found with his face landed on the ground, feet still placed on the bottom step, with blood flowing from his body somewhere on the front of his body...
"It seems he was stabbed in the front, 'fell' down the stairs, and along with the blunt of the fall, bled to death..." said Gunnarson
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 28, 2016 22:39:39 GMT -5
"What?!" the woman said in shock.
"I'm terribly sorry ma'am... but it would seem that there was foul play here. Someone wanted Timothy Grendel dead" Gunnarson said sternly. "And rest assured, his killer WILL be brought to justice" he assured.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Aug 6, 2016 22:38:27 GMT -5
"Thank you" the woman said.
"If you do not mind, can I use your phone? I must speak to someone urgently" Gunnarson said.
"It's over there" the woman replied. Gunnarson went over to the phone and dialed. "Hello? Yes, please give the phone to Gent, this is quite urgent..."
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Aug 9, 2016 15:57:18 GMT -5
"Um, who's speaking?" "Adolf Gunnarson." "Oh yes, certainly."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Aug 9, 2016 16:20:24 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Gent picked up the phone.
"This better be important Gunnarson; I only just got back to the station" Gent replied.
"Well, sir, I have much to report" Gunnarson began.
"About that Grendel fellow?" Gent asked.
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Post by Toz76 on Aug 27, 2016 23:55:44 GMT -5
Gunnarson filled Gent in on everything he knew.
"Well, thanks for the info, but I'm afraid I've got a new case for you now. Meet my agent at King's Cross. And remember, Odysseus beat the Trojans with his mind, but Achilles used his might."
With that cryptic note, he hung up. But Gunnarson knew exactly what he meant. It was a code. It meant that he was being held captive, possibly at gunpoint, and was being told to say those things to him. Since he didn't mention Achilles' heel, it was safe to go to King's Cross to investigate, thankfully. Gunnarson picked up the phone and made a few more calls.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 2, 2016 20:07:43 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Gent was in a dilemma. I man was holding a gun to his forehead and was giving him instructions.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 22, 2016 16:56:56 GMT -5
"Now listen here friend; you and I have some work to do; so just follow my lead and everything will be just fine"
Gent merely kept a calm demeanor as the man told him where to go.
Back with Gunnarson, he just couldn't figure out the current case. "First this guy is murdered and dumped, then a potential witness is found dead in his own home... what the heck is going on here?!" He asked himself, utterly confused.
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Post by Toz76 on Oct 11, 2016 23:38:42 GMT -5
He proceeded to the station as planned, and began looking around. He soon spotted something odd, but seemingly inconsequential- a cattle wagon on a siding outside the station, but it wasn't like any cattle wagon he'd ever seen.
"Hmm... must have been outfitted for the war effort or something. I mean, why have metal plating for cattle?"
He turned away, allowing the men who had been hiding inside the wagon to jump out, hit him over the head, and drag him into the wagon and tie him up. The wagon was coupled to a train, and when Gunnarson came to several hours later, the wagon was at a coal mine in the far north of Scotland.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Oct 12, 2016 0:02:11 GMT -5
"Wha... where am I?!" "Going to your doom, that's where!" said a voice, and then all was darkness again.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 25, 2016 18:12:38 GMT -5
I'll be honest guys... I think we're starting to lose track of what the story is supposed to be about (Mystery novel in the same vein as the classics) and the last posts, no one has had anything for. I don't want this series to die so... should we go back a little and try a different route?
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Nov 25, 2016 18:37:37 GMT -5
I don't think so, but basically Gunnarson is going to be going up against a mafia of sorts and must find out who the crime lord is before its too late. As it is I think it makes sense what they're doing to him.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 25, 2016 19:39:50 GMT -5
At least, for a few seconds anyway.
The people restraining Gunnarson had failed to understand who they were dealing with. He figured out how he was being restrained, and manged to break out. Several Judo moves later, the trio guarding him was knocked out cold and Gunnarson had bolted away. Outside, he hid behind some coal cars and began assessing his situation.
"Ok, so this is Northern Scotland. What gives?" He then checked inside his shirt. "Are these guys clueless or something? I still have my old service revolver" he observed. Then, he looked over and saw something. It was a sheet of paper. He picked it up and read it.
"I don't believe it... this is what's going on?!" He exclaimed.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Nov 25, 2016 19:52:59 GMT -5
He quickly rushed away to a telephone and dialed up Hartley.
"Yes?" said a voice.
"Hartley, min vรคn, I need your help!"
"What? Oh, Gunnarson, is that you?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Nov 25, 2016 20:05:48 GMT -5
"Yes, I need your help" Gunnarson said.
"What happened?" Hartley asked.
"Some group kidnapped me? I'm at some coal mine in Northern Scotland. Is there anything you can do?"
"I'm not sure actually. I mean I am visiting my brother's family in Glasgow, but beyond the city I don't really know Scotland" Hartley said.
"there is something you can do" Gunnarson said. He looked around, and, certain that no one was around, proceeded.
"Ok, now here's what I need you to do. Start by..."
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