Another Double..........CRC challenge #53

"Welcome Benton"

'Hmmmm, Hello.  (looking up at the ceiling, squinting his eyes, and looking around the place) I think I'm gonna like it here. '

"Good to see you again.  Welcome to our neck of the woods."  

'Hey, what's up with you these days?' he asked, as he rounded the corner to his room.  I wondered what kind of suspense awaited him in his new position as Detective.  It seems Captain Logan pretty much guaranteed he would find this area very interesting, to say the least.

　

Opening the door to his office, the desk was the first thing that caught his eye.  'Much smaller than my last one' he muttered.   He dropped his attache case on it, and went around to sit down.   

*................................I sure did wanna pull the seat from under him...but not yet..................................

His fingers first tapped the phone, then he picked it up to dial a number....but put it back down. 'She can get all the details later on when we go out to dinner; I need to get started' he said to me, as he looked up at me over the top of his glasses.  

"I'll leave you to your work.   If there's anything you need, just ring me.  Oh, the Captain said to remind you of the meeting with him for lunch."

 'Oh yes, I get to take a statement from a suspect they picked up last night in gas station holdup & murder right at the county line.  Well then, I guess my day is started.  I will be there, thanks.' he replied.

　

*......................................Lunchtime already.  Seems like the crooks are getting smarter and smarted these days.  Not knowing that you are too, and you will eventually we will get them..............................


'WHO SAID THAT??????  Who's there?  Logan, is that you?  Logan!  Logan!!'  Hurriedly, he put his papers on his desk, and grabbed his keys.  Out the door he shuffled.  lol


*....................................................now by now you might need to know...I am Henry, born in 1903, in Glenwood Springs.  My girl and I came here one weekend after meeting at an all day ski trip in Aspen.  We spent the night in the same room Detective Benton is in, and let me say, he is in for the time of his life.  I promise you.   Let's just say my girl and I will see to it that he never forgets us, and
...and...and we we just love company.  lol lol lol...................ok where was I....and..and I always wanted to be a reporter, so I will be telling this story...thaaank youuuu.........................


 Out to get a bite to eat he went, when a couple of other dudes, detectives I'd say... asked where  they were going to eat.  He said just down the street to the sports bar.  They joined him

*...............................the more, the merrier, I says, as I follows them..........................................

Once inside, they gets seats at the bar.   Ordered beers, and grabbed the basket of peanuts. The place was crazy busy, as they looked around for menus & a waitress.  

*...................................................The TV was right over my head, with the midday news blasting.  It was my time to start the party.  Let's see....all I gots to do is create a murder that is very unsettling to neighbors on the West side.  I nods my head and the channel turns without notice.  I turns the volume up reeeal loud.   I was sure when they heard about that.....we's getting it in gear.  (My mind run all the way back to when me and Carlie had too much to drink and the bar was so full that we really couldn't tell who pinched her on the behind, so me, being all defensive, struck out at the first dude next to her.  He turned around, and hit me in the nose..knocked me out.  Well I wasn't happy about that, so went home, got my shotgun, came back and I shot him through the window.  People went to ducking and scrambling about and I ran back to my room to tell Carol let's go.  Well...I never made it out of there.  Neither did Carol.  And neither did many a bounty hunter that night.  Seems it was a full moon and about ten of us died that night.).......................................................................................changing the channel...........................　



[We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring to you this message from the Colorado State Police Dept.  We advise you to secure your homes, because we were sent a notice, which we will read shortly from a suspect in the double homicide committed here last week.  Do not open your doors to strangers, and make sure to leave no child unattended.  he is presumed very dangerous, and very unstable.   here is  the statement left behind in the room of the suspect.......


Blood dripped from her fingers... plop.. plop.. plop... tiny drops that made little trails down the the side of her face.   I didn't realize I had it in me, but there she was... deader than a doorknob on a out-of-date buc-barn.  The first time I cut some-body's throat.   I'll have to remember to watch out for the blood when it squirts out next time.   Blood on my hands is not a good thing.   It is funny though......I thought I'd feel different after cuttin' someone.   It's overrated at best.     I'll stick to usin' my hands... unless I need a change of pace.    Didn't even take a lot of strength.   Grabbed her chin, one quick slice, and it was done. nothing to it at all.  The gash where her neck used to meet her collarbone looked really interestin', actually.   It really does look like a smiley face.   I killed before, but usually with little time to check out the scene.   I like looking into their eyes just as the life dims for them.    I  inhale real deep when their life light went out.....like swallowin' their soul.  That's what I like to call it:.... life light.    Once the life light goes out, you know nobody's ever comin' home again.

*............................................I know what you're thinkin'.......I must be a sicko, talking about killin' folks so nonchalantly.  My parents must have abused me or I didn't quite fit in as a kid. HaHaHa!   You have no idea.  Maybe I should tell you a little bit about me.  It all began in the East side neighborhood park..............Uh, uh, uh!    On second thought, meet me in Room 123...and you will find me


'Waiter, a double, please.  What the hell have I gotten myself into?  First, I'm hearing people talking back to me, then the TV changes channels on it's own, now a killer is inviting me to his room to turn himself in.  Waiter, another double.




The waiter walked over to him with the drink in his hand, handed it to Benton.  All of a sudden the drink was dripping down Benton's face, and he was choking.  He wiped his glasses off with his shirt, dropped a 20 on the table and ran out the door......




...................now it's Halloween time, for sure.  hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!............