Cyril Banks
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Apr-15-2011 01:35
I gathered my things together that I always took when I went out on a case. I had an old wallet, my watch that kept pretty good time and a few other choice items. I was working on a case that was a real irritating mess. A former professor named Dalton Brown had been fired from the university he taught at for engaging in lascivious acts with one of his students. Needless to say this did no favors for his professional credibility and he couldn't find any more work. He tried his hand at a couple of things but nothing panned out and he was eyeballs deep in debt and facing foreclosure on his home. He decided to take a life insurance policy on his wife and kill her under the guise of a local cult ritualistically abducting and slaughtering her. It was a nasty scene for certain. The police knew who the culprit was, as smart as the professor was, he had no mind for crime. The issue lay in jurisdiction. The police couldn't legally chase him from state to state. I could travel as i saw fit and apprehend him legally as a sort of bounty hunter.
I packed all my things to be ready for a short trip to the office then the long trip to the next state over. The professor was supposed to be holed up at a little motel. His ability to run was limited considering he never did get to collect on that policy. He was an indigent, fugitive who didn't have a friend on earth. This would be easy. With a few more slight preparations, I was ready to go.
I elected to walk to the office since I had to wake up early and had neglected todays run. I always kept up on my roadwork one way or the other. In an alley on the way a man stepped out and beckoned me to him. "Hey fella, I got some real fine watches that a guy like you would look sharp with. I got great stuff you're gonna love, come take a look."
I looked him up and down. I considered that he was selling stolen goods. I even considered that he could try to rob and kill me in this alley. I didn't think so either. I follo
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Cyril Banks
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Apr-15-2011 02:10
The professor had the gun in his hand. This was unusual considering he just fired a round into his brain. The gun usually ends up anywhere but the hand when this is the case. Also, He seemed to have some defensive wounds under his shirt sleeves. Unless he was picking a fight with the cheap furniture, someone was laying a beating on the professor before they clipped him. I looked around and found a number of other indicators that this was a murder. The last and most profound detail was the weapon.
I hadn't taken a terribly close look earlier but when I pried the professors hand open, I got a good look. It was a .32 rimfire revolver with gold plating and a pearl handle. It even had a little naked lady painted on the handle.
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