Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-29669939-20161102210454

The night was as old as the coffee on his desk. Continuously, he tapped it's murky surface to break the thickening skin and watch the new gap grow. The frigid brown drink dripped from his finger, the ripples spreading toward the rim in ever larger circles. Paper was spread out everywhere, some fluttering onto the floor, some spread around the counter. It suited the place though, it matched the beige walls and the melamine desks, it was as welcoming as the unguarded strip lights and the worn blue carpet. Slowly the words rung around in his head. The evidence wasn't fitting - nothing added up.

That was about to change.

Last night, the Jailor had given a deadline for his investigations. He needed to find something - fast. However, he couldn't unearth anything that that could help him. The only thing that could be beneficial for him was the incident that arose this morning. Someone was accused of the murder of the mayor, however the had prosecutor had no confirmation, and the man was let down. You would think that one of them was evil, but the sheriff didn't. He interrogated everything out of them, but nothing bad came out. Then, he decided that there was nothing he could do. Sadly, he packed up his things and decided to rest until morning.

Without warning, a soft whisper rung into his ear.

"Hello good Sir, this is the 'fake magician' talking from the dead, I only have the strength to send this one message," there was a silent pause. "You know your friend, the private eye who idolises you as his mentor?"

"You mean Timoth Jr? He's probably the least suspicious of them all."

"You might want to check that again."

Hurriedly, he took out an old, ripped folder with "Townie Files" boldly written on it. Flipping through the pages in haste, he got to the page of Timoth. Decelerating, he sat down on the bedraggled chair. Thoughts flew into his head.

"No... it can't be him. It can't be!" exclaimed the man. It was true. The data all made sense, the way he acted, the knowledge he had.

Next morning, he gave out his claim... Timoth went up to the stand... and...

There was a deafening thud the night after.