You are reading “Murder Never Takes a Holiday” by John Rakestraw
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Sometimes you just like to write in the format that works best for you… scripts work great for me.
I have just read J.K. Rowling’s Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay and Harry Potter and the Cursed Child – Parts One and Two (Special Rehearsal Edition): The Official Script by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne, John Tiffany. I Thought if these writers could put out scripts to read… why not me. So, here I go. I have lots of script that I won’t ever get around to turning into Audio Theatre shows (not enough time in the day to do everything.) Some have become Murder Mystery Event Shows other will now become these…
Here’s another Murder Mysteries to enjoy.
Narrator: Perfection is an illusion in life, in fishing , and in Private eye work and murder. Yet fisherman and the like, will practice to bring their love of the hobby to that grand plateaus of near-perfection. Such is the stages in a fly fisherman’s practice to provide a good time and a quiet space out there on the river among the fish, flies and that moment of peace.
Our Hawaiian Shirt P. I., Bob, is a lot like that river. He has many branches in his life. There is a lot of territory one will travel through life and get tangle in. Each feeder stream in life is a primal source that contributes its share to an ever-growing portrait. For Bob it was time to vacation and relax… leave murder and private eye work behind for a few days and only concentrate on the current of the river and the bugs that the fish were biting on at that moment. Time flows, and eventually, the fisherman has to flow back into camp and refuel for the next day. The thrill of being out there and waiting for that fish to strike the hook and fight the line and pole. That’s what helps to stay off boredom and it second cousin, stagnation. There’s that calling within the water’s flow that becomes ever more audible over time, Bob likes to equate that sound to the wind speaking to him through tree branches as the souls of murder victims, whose deaths he has not solved. As he sits there by his fire cooking the two trout he kept for dinner. He listen to their demands as these spirits continually calling from the water as it rushes by. He suddenly hears them calling out to him, not is name, but calling out… something that rarely happens. It’s a woman’s voice…
Pamela: Sir, Can you hear me? Sir I need your help?
Bob: Holy Toledo! You’re real. Sorry I was lost in sounds of river. How may I help you–
Pamela: I’m Pamela, sir. I’m a County Police Officer and we found out that you were out here fishing. Your smartphone gave me your whereabouts. Sorry, to step on your fishing vacation–
Bob: But, you must… correct?
Pamela: I’m hoping that you will be willing?
Bob: Please sit. As my grandpa use to say… when you’re by yourself and you cook two trout, which means company coming. I should have known better than to cook two trout. Fate took care of the rest. Here’s your plate, fork and… I didn’t bring napkins I usually just wipe my hands on my pants.
Pamela: When I go fishing sir, I do the same.
Bob: You don’t have to call me sir. Call me Bob, please.
Pamela: Bob it is then.
Bob: Are you really into fishing or are you trying to butter me up. I know you didn’t walk all the way out here just to have my bacon grease trout and ice tea dinner. Though I have to admit, its world famous and worth the hike.
Pamela: My father taught me how to fish in these very woods. I even know where the best spot is to catch 16” or 18” trout.
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Pamela: Call me Pam. All my friends do.
Bob: Very well… Pam, if you are willing to show me that fishing hole. I’m willing to hear about whatever you came out here to ask me about. Is it murder?
Pamela: I’m not sure if it’s murder or suicide. The woman who was there is saying that her boss killed himself. I’m having doubts about her story and my chief feel it’s suicide. He’s an old friend of yours from way back I hear? He said that you were out here on a fishing vacation and were one of the best investigators he knows. Which police force do you work with Bob?
Bob: None, I’m a P. I., private investigator. Your chief and me grew up together in this little town. I got too big for my own good and ran away to the big city. I became a Private Eye and he a cop. We’ve kept in touch over the years. I gave him a heads up about me being in town, just encase he found time to go fishing. He’s one of the good guys, plus he’s brilliant at his job, like Andy Griffith’s character in that old TV show. If he says it suicide, I’d believe him.
Pamela: He’s good and I love working with him But, I feel we’re rushing the case to much, He wants this case done and over with, I can understand wanting to get this crime or accident over with quickly. This week is our town’s big BBQ chicken feed and fiddle contest. We don’t want a murder hanging over the tourist trade. But, I have my doubts about her story.
Bob: Doubts… why do you doubt her?
Pamela: I’m going to start from the beginning and tell you the whole thing.
The suspect or witness, Linda Williams, was staying in a cabin near the lake here in town. Her boss, Joseph Thomason, was in his own cabin. He had order Chinese take-out for both of them to eat after setting up the Funnel Cake booth for this week’s festival. Linda says they eat at his cabin, though her boss, Joseph, had not been in a good mood all day and it didn’t get any better during or after dinner.
She states that she try to cheer him up by suggesting they go out and see a movie in town… (We have a sound fad here, Pamela’s voice fades out and in come Linda’s voice with a reverb.)
Linda: Come on Joe, cheer up. Let’s go and see a movie tonight. My treat even.
Joe: I’ll go and get ready and I’ll see you at your cabin, Linda.
Pamela: She says that she went back to her cabin and didn’t hear from him for over an hour. She finally decided to go and see what was taking him so long. That’s when she found her boss dead from a gunshot. She first told us…
Linda: (We have a sound fade here, Pamela’s voice fades out and in come Linda’s voice with a reverb.) I came walking towards my boss’ cabin and I could see someone running away from it towards the lake. I thought it was just one of the other vendors talking with Joe and he got lost in the conversation and lost the time. That’s when I found him lying there in a pool of blood on the floor. There were bloody shoeprints leading away from Joe’s body.
Pamela: Did you by chance get a good look at this person who you saw leaving the cabin, Miss Williams?
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Linda: No, it was too dark and they were heading away from me towards the lake.
Pamela: Was there anyone who would want to see your boss dead. Did he have any enemies?
Linda: He was stepping on a lot of the food vendor’s toes. He was buying out all the spots at the different events and then selling them at a higher price. He make deals with the managers of the different events, he’d run the food courts and give them a nice cut. He would then charge the food vendors twice as much and get a 30% cut of their profits. You either went with his plan or he brought in his own vendors. A lot the old food carts were not happy. Many of them were being pushed out of business by my boss. My father lost his food cart and a bunch of his friends lost their food cart to Joe.
Bob: So, we have a victim, who has made enemies. There is motive. Did you by chance look to see where those bloody shoeprints went off to?
Pamela: Yes, I followed them out towards the lake… but, then they disappeared. I did find smaller footprints leading back to his cabin.
Bob: How did the victim look?
Pamela: That’s when the story get really interesting… I walk back towards the cabin and examine the victim, Mr. Thomason. He had been shot in the head, near the right temple, and there was gunpowder all over close to the wound.
Bob: He’d been shot at close range, it could have been suicide… or murder?
Pamela: That when I asked Miss Williams for the gun– (We have a sound fad here, Pamela’s voice fades out and in come Linda’s voice with a reverb.)
Linda: Gun? I don’t have a gun? I don’t know what you’re talking about?
Pameila: Your boss was shot up close. There’s gunpowder all over the wound. Did he commit suicide and you’re trying to protect his memory or something like that? I don’t believe those bloody footprint were from a person running from a crime scene. You put on a pair of your boss’ shoes and walked them through the blood and then run towards the lake. You stopped out there and took them off and came back to the cabin and call 911. Where’s the gun Miss Williams?
Linda: Damn you are smart Office. I was hoping to save his family the grief of know that he killed himself. I hide the gun by throwing it under the porch of this cabin. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, I just panic when I found him dead by his own hand. It was awful. I wish I could have stop him, I feel responsible… I just hid the gun hoping I could help.
Pamela: I understand… it not easy finding a person dead, let alone, dead by their own hand. Now take a few deep breathes and get control of yourself… what did you really find when you came into this cabin.
Linda: I knock a few times, but never got an answer from Joe. I pushed open the door and found him lying on the floor with the gun still in his dead hand. I stood there… it was like seeing a movie. He laid there in that pool of blood, with the gun in his hand.
Bob: Which hand?
Pamela: She said his right.
Bob: Please go on Officer.
Pamela: Miss Williams kept talking…
Linda: I slowly pried the gun out of his fingers, which disturbed the pool of blood, I then tried to think… what do I do now? Call the police, his family? I sat there not knowing what to do? I finally thought how I would hate to find out that my dad had killed himself and that’s when I decided I needed to come up with a better story for his death. I put the gun in my pocket and grab his work shoes. I figured I could say I saw a person running from the cabin. I then put on his shoes, they were a bit big for me, like how you put on your dad’s shoes when you’re young and walk around the house. I stepped in the pool of blood and made bloody steps going outside and around the cabin towards the lake. I took off the shoes and threw them into the bushes out there behind the cabin. I then sat down on the porch out there figuring out my story. That’s when I came up with throwing the gun under the porch. Hoping you, the police, would believe that a person had shot him and that it wasn’t suicide.
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Pamela: You didn’t do anything else? Didn’t play with the gun? You didn’t move your boss to see if he was still alive or something? Try to give him first aide?
Linda: I saw all the blood on the floor and figured that he was dead. After that I was in shock and I don’t really remember what else I did, beside what I have told you, Officer.
Pamela: At that moment Inspector, I went out on the porch with my flashlight and a broom and searched under the porch for the gun. I located it where she said it would be, I used the broom handle and brought the gun carefully out.
Bob: What kind of caliber was it, Officer?
Pamela: It was a small caliber revolver. It was missing the one of its bullets. I went back inside the cabin with more question for Miss Williams…
where did the missing bullet shell go?
Linda: I threw that under the porch also, it was lying next to Joe’s hand with the gun on the floor. I stupidly panicked and disturbed the crime scene. I know they say on all those crime shows to never mess with the crime scene before the police get there. But, I could have his family know that he shot himself, could I?
Bob: There you have it! The final piece of evidence. You can tell your Chief of Police that the big BBQ chicken feed and fiddle contest can still go on.
Pamela: The Chief was right… it was suicide?
Bob: No, it was murder! You were right to have doubts about Miss Williams story Pam.
Pamela: What part of her story tipped you off?
Bob: Well, it would have been nice if your father took you hunting and fishing. There are great courses in crime forensic that the state crime lab does each year. You should look into taking a few of them. I would make you a greater asset to this fine police force.
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Pamela: Bob, please tell me what did I miss?
Bob: The caliber you found under the porch was a small revolver and not an automatic, correct?
Pamela: Correct… what the difference?
Bob: There are many differences, of course. But, we’ll stick to the obvious mistake that people make. Miss Williams said that she found the bullet shell lying next to the gun. A revolver normally doesn’t kick out its bullets, but, an automatic will. If her boss shot himself and there was all that blood? He couldn’t have gotten that bullet out by himself. Miss Williams was the shooter and she is the person who took the bullet out. When you find the bullet shell, you will find that her fingerprints are also there. I would also check all the other shell in the gun for her prints. She’s your murderer, though I would pick up her dad also. You might find that they were working this crime together.
Pamela: It was right in front of me all the time and I didn’t see it.
Bob: Murder is a most foul business… and you Pam knew enough to get a second opinion. That’s great police work. We can’t know it all. That’s why you work for a police force and not just a town Sheriff. Go catch your murderer and be the hero of this force.
Pamela: I’ll have to give you credit for your help in the report. Plus, I also owe you that fishing lesson. I’ll be back in a few days to show you how to best tie those flies and where to catch 16” trout on that river.
Bob: I’ll be waiting on the river for you. Remember it was Murder.
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