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    Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner

    Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner: a series of crime fighting and investigative adventures





    Introduction: The story consists of the two lifelong friends, Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner, who retired from law enforcement to become private detectives, and embark on a journey to solve the case of a man who was found dead at the estate of a wealthy businessman who owns a giant mansion, and an expensive golf course. With the help of three college students that they bring along with them, they all take on the investigation to crack the code of the murdered man.






    Our story begins at the Ben Housen’s grass view hill, aside the Anacostia river. Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner, the two lifelong detectives came to meet at the site. “Samuel, I’m glad I could be here to meet you on this fine afternoon. Of course, we’ve brought ourselves here to discuss the recent events involving a well talked about crime that’s been growing in recognition.” Bill said.


    “Indeed it has,” Samuel said, “It’s been getting my attention too, and as you know, it involves the murder of the young man by the name of Collin Patterson, who was found dead at the Brandswroth estate. Hopefully, we can get involved in the case and be able to solve it.” he continued.


    “I am as much excited to join in as you are.” replied Bill.


    “Thankfully, as I’ve been called to take this case, after following several insipid cases over the years since my retirement from working for the law enforcement agency XXI years ago, and becoming a private detective. The police have found me to be well experienced, and as I requested of them, they allowed you to come along with me to be of assistance, as you are as well an experienced investigator. As well for me, I’m glad I can finally get back into a major case. Just like the old days. Since we know little about the man Collin Patterson, it’s important that we get as much information as we are able to obtain. It’s not known of anyone who hated him, and there is no current sign of any motive toward the man. He wasn’t particularly rich himself, while he had been known for going to the XXXVI Million dollar estate frequently.” Samuel said.


    Bill took a seat on the stone bench behind him. “To me, I can’t see why anyone would want to kill him. He allegedly had no history of crime, no run-ins with the law. But as little as we know now, what can be concluded? Anyways, I hope it works out… Y’know. With all the work that comes with life, also comes wrinkles and grey hair. I can tell you, with age, you become more weary, and wish for the type of spryness you have when you’re younger. I remember the cases I solved with less difficulty, unimpeded by an aching back or knees.” Bill said.


    “I as well am aware of the growing difficulty that comes with age. You can’t run anymore without twisting your ankle.” Samuel said.


    “Indeed. I don’t even bother to run anymore. Well anyway, I can tell you that there’s– “. Bill was interrupted. He reached his hand into his pocket to answer his ringing phone. “Yes? who is this?” he said.


    “Hello! It’s Officer Murray Matherson calling in. I hear you’re going to start the case about the murder at rich businessman’s estate. You must really want to get to the scene, don’t you? It’s good you and your friend Sam were accepted to take part in the investigation.“ the caller said.


    “Oh! Yes! I do. Indeed it is.” Bill said. “I would like to congratulate you, Bill. For being able to be in another big investigation again. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you. I know you might have other stuff. But Whenever you have the chance to start with your investigation, it would be a great service to everyone, as you have had a lot of main expertise in these type of investigations. Have you had any cases you’ve been busy with?” Officer Matherson said. “Thank you. No, not recently, however me in my friend Samuel, who happens to be here with me are going to get working on it.” Bill Said.


    “Well good luck. And don’t run into any criminals.” Officer Matherson said.


    “Yes. Of course.” Bill said.


    “Do you need any further help, if the both of you aren’t enough to do the job?“ Officer Matherson asked.


    “No, I don’t need any further help with the matters. Samuel and I, we work with complete accomplishment of one another” Bill said.


    "You’re not too nervous about it, are you?” Officer Matherson asked.


    “No, I wouldn’t say I’m nervous. It’s no big problem.” Bill said.


    “Remember to be cautious of everything.” Officer Matherson said.


    “Yes of course sir.” Bill said. Samuel could hear the voice of the man on the phone.


    “Well then I suppose everything is good then. It looks like I don’t need to say anything further. I guess I will end our brief conversation now.” Officer Matherson said.


    “Yes indeed, sir. Good talking to you.” Bill said. “Goodbye, Bill.” Officer Matherson said. “Goodbye.” Bill said. He put his phone back in his pocket.


    Samuel looked puzzled. “Who was that?” he asked.


    “That was Officer Murray Matherson, giving me congratulatory remarks on the case we’re about the get involved in.” Bill said. Bill looked at his phone. “How do I shut this damn thing off?” he said, trying to touch the “End call” button on the screen. After several attempts, he finally hung up.


    “You’re having trouble with your phone there I see.” Samuel said.


    “Yeah. It’s a Nokia Lumia.” Bill said.


    “That phone looks too damn complicated.” Samuel said.


    “Yeah, and those damn Finnish people don’t like to make their technology easy to use.” Bill said.


    “Anyway, regarding other matters, a warrant has been filed for us to search the estate of Mr. Brandsworth. The man typically doesn’t like to comply with officers, and has avoided any attention from the public eye. Being the fact that he is a rich man, who owns an expensive golf course, and lives in a large mansion, being at risk of being sued by him is something to keep in mind. The man has somewhat of a temper. Leaving that aside, if all goes well, you and I can prepare for the investigation at the estate in the next couple days. Sound good?” Samuel said.


    “Yes. It does sound good. It’s good to get some fresh air anyway. After all, the view is nice here isn’t it? You can see the birds flying overhead the reflective river with the suns orange glare in it.” Bill replied. “Yes, very much so. A touch off coffee to drink would be nice as well. Maybe some nice vanilla.” Samuel said.


    “Can’t get enough of coffee. Especially on a nice day like this.” Bill said.


    “After all, what’s life without a view of the world, over a river?”, “Indeed. Visiting at this place is much nicer than my dark, messy home. Full of papers, and file holders, clothes, and other stuff, filling up my room. If it weren’t for my back, I would probably get up and go here more often.”, “Whatever type of problems may occur. If I wasn’t engulfed in the tiring career I once had an obsession for, I would consider going to an area like this.”, “I remember back in the sixties, I had this one case involving a man who was shot. I quickly arrested the perpetrator after I found his handgun in the back of his car. I drove a MCMLVIII Ford Fairlane. That day, I could’ve gotten shot, but I was lucky enough to catch him by surprise with my gun drawn when he wasn’t expecting it.” Bill said. “I remember I was chasing this guy who was convicted of smuggling cocaine, it was a long time ago, but I still remember it well. I was running so hard, it was about XII blocks, when I finally caught him, I was out of breath, and dripping sweat. The police congratulated me for the arrest, and I remember that day as one the most successful, after receiving much praise from officers for catching a man who was part of a major drug bust. Even still today, I remember that day the most fondly as my career as a detective.” Samuel said. “Nothing the crimes we’ve both had in the seventies” Bill said. “Nothing indeed. The mornings at the desk, holding a cup of coffee in your hand with your badge tucked onto your white shirt, with the radio blaring, and the police commissioner yelling at you about the next case, as you check each headline in the paper for the latest details.” Samuel said.


    Bill sitting on the bench with the sun over his eyes, pointed at the oncoming breeze of flying leaves through the trees over the river. They watched as two people on bikes passed by the path over the river below. The sun, still shining, yet growing dim. They temporarily forgot about the problems of tomorrow. The two men sat for awhile, and quickly got up.


    “Well, this appointment was nice.” Samuel said.


    “Indeed it was.” he replied.


    “One more thing I must tell you avant le début de voyage.” Samuel said.


    “Yes? What is it?” Bill said.


    “I want to meet again here tomorrow, at V O’clock. And bring Anderson Philips with us. I want him to bring some young fresh minds along with us for the case. Ask him to gather three college students, and have them ride along with our investigation. Some detective hopefuls could be of big assistance.” Samuel said.


    “Of course, sir. I will do that right away. Some helpers along our journey would be good. Anyway. Nice meeting with you.” Bill said. They shook hands, left the location, and walked back into their cars.






    The next day, Samuel was finishing up eating lunch at the local cafeteria. He got into his car, and returned to the sight where he last met his friend Bill Conner the day before. He parked his car, and walked out to see he hadn’t shown up yet. He waited awhile, and turned around. He saw his car appear up the parking lot. Bill parked his car.


    “Ah! Well you’re here. Now where is Anderson?” Samuel said.


    “He should be showing up any minute. Hopefully he knows how to drive the bus.” Bill said. Several moments later, a George Washington University bus came driving in, and parked alongside them. A skinny, well dressed Anderson Philips, in a tie with combed hair, wearing a sport coat and brown pants walked out.


    “Anderson! You’re as slovenly as ever!” Samuel said.


    “And you’re as successful and rich as ever.” replied Anderson.


    “You would know, considering you have two college degrees like me. Oh wait.” Samuel answered.


    “Would you like to see our men?” Anderson asked.


    “Yes! Where are they? You didn’t injure them all on their bus ride here did you?” Samuel said.


    “No, they’re quite fine. Nothing at all is wrong with them.”, “Good. It’s about time we get some help around here. These guys need to be assured of all the details of the case as me and Bill are. Where are they anyway? Bring them out. You were able to get three of them weren’t you?”, “Yes. They’re all anxious to get out. Come here!” he yelled at them.


    The three college students jumped out of the bus in single file.


    “Allow me to introduce you to the three men who will be joining your investigation. Mathew Foreman, Josh Bale, and Jack O’Leery. They’re as eager as the both of you. If not more so.” Anderson said.


    “Well done! Bring the men over! I need them to join our gang. Let me inform them of the events.” Samuel said.


    The three college students walked onto the grass lawn where Samuel and Bill were.


    “My name’s Bill Conner, and this is my friend Samuel, welcome aboard!” Bill said.


    Samuel grabbed Mathew on his shoulder. “Now to catch everyone up on the recent events.” Samuel said, walking into the middle of the crowd next to Bill. He continued speaking, “A man was found dead last Saturday around IX in the morning. He was murdered at the estate of a rich business man named Martin Brandsworth, who owns a XL Million dollar golf course called the Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green. The man murdered was Collin Patterson. He was found dead in the greenhouse next to the mansion. He was murdered with what appeared to be a machete, judging by the wounds on his back. There was no motive known yet. The murder weapon has not been found. His back was facing the entrance of the greenhouse before he got stabbed, and the blood stains on the floor back up the evidence. Little is known about him. He was XXV years of age, and frequently went to the Brandsworth Estate.”, “Who was there at the time of the murder, do you know?” Mathew asked.


    “According to the police, Martin Brandsworth and his wife Lisa Brandsworth were asleep at the time the murder supposedly took place. A couple of servants, maids, and workers who tended to the gardens were possibly there.” Samuel answered.


    “Were there any witnesses?” Josh asked. “As a matter of fact,” Bill said, “One of the key witnesses was a groundswoman, who said she saw the door of the greenhouse open during her garden work around the house. This all happened around V XXX in the evening. She said she didn’t see anyone go in, but several moments later, the door to the greenhouse was closed. There was no struggle heard, or screams heard.”, “What if the groundswoman did it. She wanted to look consistent with the evidence, so she said the approximate place she was at, no one else was there, and if she owned a machete for groundskeeping, she could’ve easily used that to go over there and commit the murder.” Mathew said.


    “But anyone else could’ve used a machete.” Josh said.


    “Who was the last person to see the man who was murdered?” Jack asked.


    “That once more, depends on who was really there. More questions need to be asked by the people at the mansion.” Bill said.


    “Who would be the most likely person at this point?” Jack asked.


    “Whoever was closest to the crime.” Mathew said.


    “But anyone could’ve done it. If no one knows where the murder weapon is, what proof do we have?” Josh said.


    “We have one suspicious person, that’s who we have.” Mathew said.


    “We need more alibis from people in order to know.” Josh said.


    “Is there any evidence on the body of Mr. Patterson?” Mathew asked.


    “No. No DNA evidence has yet been obtained. And there was no sign of a major struggle.” Samuel said.


    “Why would he be in the greenhouse anyway? What a weird place to be.” Mathew said.


    “Maybe he was the flower lady.” Josh said.


    ”So what duties are we brought to?” Mathew said, as he turned to Samuel and Bill.


    “We brought you guys here to help us out. Whoever did it, needs to be taken to justice. Tomorrow, the three of you will come with us, and we will show up at the Brandsworth estate tomorrow at IX in the morning, where our investigation into the Collin Patterson murder will begin. I’ll meet you guys at Smithson Avenue, at your campus. You guys must show up there from your tired rooms, and be there at VIII XXX in the morning, once you’ve all had coffee and breakfast. Wait there for me. I’ll roll down the window and shout to you guys, and you can hop in. Bring some flashlights, magnifying glasses, latex gloves, and other stuff you might need.” Sam said.


    Bill added, “And be there on time.”.


    “And where are we left now?” Mathew said.


    “Our little meeting here is done.” Samuel said. He patted them on the back, shook hands with them, walked with Bill back to the parking lot, got back into his car, and left. “Anderson! You’re up!” Sam said. Anderson walked them back into the bus, and drove back toward the campus. Samuel waved to Bill, and drove off.








    The next morning, Samuel drove to the campus, with Bill in the front seat next to him. Samuel drove to the correct spot, an intersection with a traffic light. And as he suspected, the three drowsy college students awaited them, with their backpacks at hand.


    “Hurry up and come in! It’s LX degrees this morning!” Samuel said with the window down, waving his arm toward himself.


    They slowly slugged into the backseats. Sam put his foot on the gas pedal, turned around, and took off. They drove out of the campus where they picked up the college students. Samuel drove into a a rich neighborhood with large houses, big lawns, and statuesque shrubbery. As the ride progressed, more expensive houses appeared, with gated fences. Josh had his fist plastered to the side of his face, as his arm rested on the inside of the car door. He groaned a little. Mathew rubbed his eyes, and looked around the neighborhood, to see the flashy houses of the upscale residences, of which he has had minimal experiences viewing. Samuel remained quiet the whole ride. And Bill didn’t talk either. As Mathew looked around, trying to take in the landscape of the large neighborhood, he asked, “We’re going to the place right? The estate of Martin Brandsworth, right?”, “Yes of course.” Sam responded.


    “And when do we show up there?”, “We’re almost there. You’ll know his mansion when you see it.”. “How big is the place?” Josh asked. “Very big. You’ll understand what they mean when they say he’s rich.” Sam responded.


    “Does he have any security?” Mathew asked.


    “No. Just a gate. No cameras or guards. At least on the outside fence.” Sam responded.


    They drove further, finally reaching the end of the block. A swarm of trees covered the estate that succeeded the block. Finally, a big fence appeared. A tall fence. With metal spikes on top. Following a group of more trees, finally, the estate of billionaire Mr. Brandsworth became visible. The scenery was gratifyingly rich to the eyes. Surrounding the luxurious mansion, were visible water fountains spraying mist, along with planted cherry blossoms and oaks, and all assortments of flowers around the mansion. The lawn was of a carpet like prestige, seen in an area like that of the white house. The house was surrounded by hedges, as it followed a stone pathway from the entrance of the pillared walkway of the house, leading to the driveway, guarded by a big metal gate with gold letters saying, “The Brandsworth Estate”. Samuel drove up to the gate in his big black Lincoln Town Car.


    “Do you know the code for the gate?” Bill asked.


    “Yes I do. The police gave it to me.” Samuel answered. Samuel punched in the code. He drove in. Immediately as he drove in, a groundsman in boots and work gloves behind two of the hedges dropped his shovel, and instantly began running towards the car in an aggressive manner. “Stop what you’re doing right there!” he said. The man had thick grey eyebrows which sloped down, almost covering his eyes, and a square chin, and square nose. Samuel was the first one to catch view of the man.


    He rolled down his window. The groundsman ran up to the hood of the car “You have no rights to walk on these grounds!!! This property is owned by Martin Brandsworth!!! I’m going to sue you!!! “I’m going to sue all of you!!!” the groundsman yelled, stamping his feet on the ground, and shaking his fist.


    “I have rights to search this property! I’m assisting the law enforcement!” Samuel yelled.


    “You’re going to hear from Martin Brandsworth!!! All of you intruding spectators are!!!!!!!!!” the groundsman yelled.


    “What are you going to sue us for? We’re investigating this property!” Bill said.


    “We’re searching the estate for more evidence, and to speak to witnesses, and any other individuals who might have involvement in the crime.” Sam said.


    “You better watch yourself!!! This is not public property!” the groundsman said, starring back at Samuel in anger, as he walked back to resume his work.


    “And what is up with that guy? There’s something suspicious about him” Bill said.


    “Yes there is. Quite very much so.” Sam said, as he looked at him from his car.


    “We’re going to keep an eye on him.” Bill said.


    Samuel drove up a little more, and then turned and parked his car on the side of the driveway. He turned off his engine, and got out of the car. Bill did so as well, along with the rest of the men in the backseats, Mathew Foreman, Josh Bale, and Jack O’leery got out, and closed the back doors. As they got out, then it was clearly visible how truly elegant the place was. Beams of sunlight shined through the tops of the trees, as eastern Kingbirds and Mourning doves were heard above. Roses, azaleas, and magnolias were planted around the mansion. Far on the other side of the yard was a waterfall, surrounded
    by bright white bedrock.


    “Finally.” Bill said. “Where’s Mr. Brandsworth?” Mathew asked.


    “He’s away doing business, luckily.” Bill answered. Too bad we won’t be seeing his roundness.” Sam said.


    “He’s not expected to come back?” Josh asked. “No, he should be gone for the rest of the day.” Sam said.


    The men gathered up in a circle, Sam was facing the rest of the students, with Bill aside him. Samuel began speaking first. “Alright now to inform everyone of the area. Your jobs are to go around and look for evidence. The estate is separated into five sections. The Plaza de Flora, the Arbor Atrii, Rush Falls, le Domaine Élégante, and the Brandsworth center, where you’ll find the Brandsworth lobby, which sells snacks, cooks meals, and
    serves drinks. Also, I’ve done some researching, and it turns out Collin Patterson was Martin Brandsworth’s stepson. He also had a birth son named Henry Brandsworth, who recently stayed here at the estate. The police looked all inside the mansion for any murder weapons. It’s your jobs are now to go around the yard of the estate where the police overlooked, and find as much evidence as you can, while me and Bill will go speak to witnesses, and get any other information the police might’ve left out. And hopefully, erit victoriae nostra erunt! ”. Just as Samuel finished speaking, a police cruiser drove up from behind them.


    “Oh what do we have here?” Sam said. The officer inside the car opened the gate, and drove up. “Oh! I know who that is! It’s Police Commissioner Charles Beaton!” Sam said.


    The officer parked his car just behind where Sam parked. He walked towards them.


    “Samuel! You look several years older! And you’re fatter, and your back is more hunched over!” Commissioner Charles said.


    “That’s because I’ve been eating well and exercising.” Sam said.


    “And who are these three guys? They don’t look like professional detectives.” Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “No, they’re not. They’re college students. We brought them along with us for help.”, “Oh. Alright then. So why are you guys here?,”, “Well if you haven’t already been told, we’ve been called by the law enforcement to take on this case, and we’re just about to start our investigation.”, “That’s good to know. This is after all now one of the most well known cases in all of Washington D.C.. Both of you men are hopefully fit for the job.”, “By the way, a groundsman approached us the very second we came in. He was defensive of the estate. Something was very suspicious about him.”, “That was probably Paul Jefferson, I encountered him when I went over here to search this place a couple days ago.”, “He seems like a suspect. It’s possible he was the one who committed the murder.”, “Well it is very possible. But he’s always been defensive of the estate.”, “Something about that man. But again, at this stage, there are several others who I suppose could use a good interrogation.”. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton looked around, and went back to his car. “Another thing, guys. I have some photos of the crime scene.” Samuel said.


    He reached into his pocket and pulled out some photos showing Mr. Patterson’s body with the stab wounds. “Here you can get an idea of how he was stabbed.” Samuel said.


    “The wounds aren’t consistent with a machete. They’re too short, and they’re not thick enough. It looks like he was murdered with a chef’s knife as apposed to a machete.” Josh said.


    “I would’ve even guessed. But it does look like it was possibly chef’s knife.” Samuel said, looking at the image again.


    “Do you think the chef did it?” Jack asked.


    “Well there are multiple chefs who work here. But it’s possible.”. “Maybe Henry Brandsworth did it.” Mathew said.


    “I’m not sure.”, “Well it’s possible. Him and Collin Patterson could’ve been enemies. If he was staying there at the same time, he could’ve killed him.”, “All has yet to be confirmed since the murder weapon hasn’t even been found.”, “Anyway, we’re going to go and get information from people inside the mansion. So we’ll leave you guys here. Good luck.” Bill said.


    The three men spread in different directions, as Samuel and Bill walked up the walkway to the mansion, in they’re polo shirts and jeans. Mathew was wearing a black, buttoned down jacket with jeans. Josh was wearing a plaid shirt and khakis. Jack was wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket over it, and green pants. Matt walked to the Abor Atrii, and began looking up and around the trees. Josh went over to the the Plaza de Flora where the greenhouse was, surrounded by barricade tape. Jack took out his magnifying glass, and began looking at the ground. As Josh walked up, doves flew from the edges of the water fountains which he walked in between to get to the greenhouse. A stone sign was there, which marked the area saying, “The Plaza de Flora”. He put his backpack down, and took out a steal square measuring tool. He began measuring the footprints just leading up to where the barricade tape was. He then looked up at the footprints again from where they were first visible, to where they led up. His green eyes glistening in the sun as he looked with intent, puzzled about what he was looking at. He then put his steel measuring tool back, and took out a magnifying glass. He looked at each individual footprint. He put his magnifying glass back, and looked to see of anything else within the barricaded area that might be of significance. He then got out his phone, and took a picture of the footprints. Finally, he walked around the greenhouse. Mathew looked around each tree, which eventually led to the foot of the mansion.


    He looked behind a hedge. Then closely at the walls of the mansion, and continued walking, looking behind each hedge, trying not to step on the flowers. He looked around at the whole yard. Aside from Josh and Jack, not very many people crossed through Mathew’s line of sight. An occasional groundswoman would walk by the perimeter of the mansion, or a maid would go walk out from the inside or come in. But aside from that, over the whole time he surveyed the people who would come and go, no one interesting would walk by. Mathew gave up on that matter, and walked back up to the little stone pathway aside the bushes. He ended up being just several feet from Josh. He looked to his side, and saw the mist of the water fountains. He looked behind him, and saw Jack with his magnifying glass, and he looked in front of him to see Josh walking carefully around the greenhouse. Mathew turned back, and got down on his knees behind the shrubs where the dirt was.
    About a minute later, he found a small folded up piece of paper. He put on his latex gloves, and picked it up.


    He opened up the piece of paper, and it read, “Finish Wednesday, don’t let Jacob come. Bring all the–” the note ended there.


    Mathew looked behind paper to see a bar code. Josh finished looking around the greenhouse, and walked over to the waterfall. He looked on the bedrock to see a sign of anything. His shoes got slightly wet. He walked back onto the grass and stopped for awhile, as he took in everything he just did. He then walked over to the fence of the property, and put on his latex gloves and began looking behind rocks with his magnifying glass. He looked under leaves. By that time, Josh had walked over about half the area of Rush falls and le Domaine Élégante. Josh walked back to where Mathew was.


    “Did you find anything?” Josh asked him.


    “Yes. I found some weird note. But not much else. Did you find anything?” Matt asked.


    “No. I was looking at the footprints though, and for the most part, there’s nothing interesting, but there seemed to be an area where the dirt was kicked up, like there was a struggle or something, or someone stumbled.” Josh said.


    “Well we’ve looked all over. All the areas where the cops didn’t.” Mathew said.


    “I bet if Mr. Brandsworth were here, he’d be happy to see us all walking all over his fancy lawn.” Josh said.


    “Yeah. He’d be real happy to see all of us.” Mathew said.


    “What does the note say?” Josh asked.


    “Nothing really. It doesn’t really make any sense.” Matt said.


    They both finished, and went towards the walkway. Jack put back his magnifying glass as they walked up.


    “I see you got a lot of work done there!” Josh said to him.


    “Where are the detectives? I need to give them my evidence.” Mathew said to Josh.


    “I’m not sure. There’s a finite number of people here anyway.” Josh said.


    “How long can old people talk?” Mathew said. “I don’t know, but they’ve probably finished talking awhile ago, and were walking back to the entrance the whole time.” Josh said.


    Finally, Sam and Bill came out from inside the mansion with the three college students standing together.


    “Good! did you guys find anything?” Sam said.


    “Yes! I found a note on the ground next to the mansion!” Mathew said.


    “Let me look at that.” Samuel said, as he reached into his car to put on latex gloves. He read the note.


    “Quite an interesting find.” Sam said. He put the note in a plastic ziplock bag, and placed it in the trunk of his car.


    “I noticed all the servants were white.” Mathew said.


    “Mr. Brandsworth doesn’t like foreigners, and is always worried about getting in trouble for hiring illegals.” Sam said.


    “What did you find, Josh?” Bill asked.


    “Nothing much. I’ve just been looking at some footprints. There seems to be two sets of footprints. One with a pattern that looked like cleats. The footprints seemed to lead from the doorway of the mansion, and off to the inside of the greenhouse, and appears to turn around, and lead back, and there’s an area where dirt is kicked up, like someone stumbled. Having to judge from the poor quality of the footprints, I would guess the individual with the cleats was a size VII.” Josh said.


    “Interesting. We need to find matches on the footprints to determine who was wearing the shoes.” Bill said.


    “And Jack, did you find anything?” Samuel asked.


    “Yeah. I found some cracks in the walk part.” Jack said.


    “That’s really not much of anything that you found with that magnifying glass there. You hardly found anything, you imbecile! You only accomplished burning ants!” Samuel said.


    Jack looked pissed off. “Hey! I did my work too!” he said.


    “Well anyway. I think it’s about time for us to take a break, so why don’t you guys head over to the Brandsworth lobby and get some snacks.” Sam said, as he handed each of them several dollar bills.


    “That’s one of the ways he makes money. Anyway, just head off the main entrance pathway, onto the smaller one, and just behind the Abor Atrii, you’ll find the Brandsworth lobby.” Sam continued.


    The men walked for awhile until they reached a square with a tiled walkway. As they walked up, the Brandsworth lobby was in view. The men headed in. As they walked in, a man behind the counter was there. The men weren’t sure what to do, so they decided to just order something. Mathew ended up being the first to speak.


    “Yeah, I’ll just have a corn dog.” he said.


    “Can I get any of you guys anything?” the man behind the counter said to the other two.


    “I’ll have three martinis.” Josh said.


    “Oh! You’re ordering drinks for us?” Jack said.


    “No, they’re all for myself.” Josh said.


    They sat down at a table. Jack got a Snicker’s from the vending machine. A man walked into the lobby behind where the guys were sitting. He was
    wearing a Hawaiian shirt, had a darki-sh complexion, curly hair, and a pointy nose, giving him an Italian appearance.


    “Ayyo! You guys liking the hang out?” he said.


    “Yeah we’re fine.” Matt said.


    “You kids ain’t working for Mr. Brandsworth are you?” the guy asked.


    “No… Yes. We are.” Josh said.


    “Hey, well that’s cool. You gotta make money somehow, right?” the southern European looking man said.


    He finished talking to the guys and went to the counter and ordered a drink. “We need to get the main problem which is who the murderer is. Who do you guess is the most likely?” Josh said.


    “Probably Henry Brandsworth, or that angry groundskeeper guy.” Matt said.


    “Mr. Brandsworth’s son is an easy target, but anyone could’ve done it.” Josh said.


    “Maybe if we could find the murder weapon that would help.”, “That would. But we looked everywhere, and so did the cops.”, “We didn’t look inside the mansion though.”, “But the cops looked all over the mansion.”, “What if we go in ourselves and see if there’s any clues that might tell us about where the murder weapon might be, and go where the cops might’ve overlooked.”, “If the detective guys let us in, then maybe we can take a look and see.”, “Does he have a swimming pool in his house?” Jack asked. “We’ll have to see that.” Matt said. “That guy, Martin Brandsworth, has so much money. He has all these people tending to his lawn, and bushes, and not to mention his huge mansion. We could be living like that, if we owned a big golf course.” Josh said.


    “I’d have my own race track outside my mansion, and would be do laps in my Ferrari.” Mathew said.


    “The detectives owe us a look inside there.” Josh said.


    “Yeah, I’d like to see what it’s like anyway. A rich business man’s house is something I’d like to see the inside of.” Matt said.


    “Then why don’t we see if we can take a look in.” Josh said.


    “Yeah we should. It won’t be wasting our time anyway.” Matt said.


    “Have the detectives asked anything of that angry groundskeeper?” Jack asked.


    “I don’t know. I’m sure they’ve done almost everyone who’s of suspicion. If they got anything interesting, they would’ve told us.” Josh said.


    “Why would a groundskeeper want to do it?” Mathew asked.


    “I don’t know. It’s not like Mr. Patterson knew any of them. And what’s to gain from killing him?” Josh said.


    “Maybe someone paid him to do it.” Matt said. “But for what?” Josh said.


    “We’ll have to find answers for all of this. Anyway, why don’t we go back to where the detectives are, and see if we can search his mansion.” Mathew said.


    “Alright. Looks like we got an objective.” Josh said.


    Matt finished his corn dog, Jack ate his Snicker’s, and Josh finished his three martinis. They all got up, and walked back through cherry blossom surrounded pathway to the main walkway, leading to the mansion where they last conversed with the detectives. Sam was leaning on the side of his car eating a croissant. Bill was drinking a cup of coffee which he’d left in his car several hours earlier.


    “Alright. Good you guys are back. I think we’ve met our accomplishments for today’s work, my friends.” Sam said.


    “That’s good. One thing I ask of you though.” Matt said.


    “What can I help you with?” he responded.


    “I would like to go inside Mr. Brandsoworth’s mansion for any clues we might find if you will let us. I know the police had already searched
    there. But I’d like for us to. I promise we’ll be quick. Can we? ” Matt said.


    “Well I just spoke with one of the main businessmen who works with Mr. Brandsworth. He showed me around the whole mansion. But I suppose I can ask the maid, Ms. Everson if we can go again. I will knock on the door. And we’ll see if she’ll be willing to show us around.” Sam said.


    “Good then. We’ll be of as much help as we can.” Matt said.


    “Cool! Does he have a swimming pool in there?!” Jack said.


    “No swimming pool there.” Sam said. “I’ve seen every area in the mansion. Or at least I hope I have.” he continued.


    They walked over to the big french door, and Sam gave it a big knock. They waited awhile, with no one to show up.
    Finally, the maid Ms. Everson answered the door.


    “Hello. Me and my friends here wanted make a quick visit inside here. They came along with us, and wanted
    to look around the area if you will let us. They’re hoping of becoming detectives like us, and they
    want to get they’re full detective work for today, so they wanted to come in and have a look.” Sam said.


    “Oh of course. Come in.” Ms. Everson responded.


    Sam walked in, along with Bill, and behind them, the rest of the men.


    Upon entrance, a large carpet over the tiled floor led through the hallway from the entrance. Gold statues were there, along with paintings on the walls.


    “I will lead all of you through the hallway, and through the living room where I usually lead the guests. Once I do that, I will point to where the guest rooms are.” Ms. Everson said.


    “Okay. Very well then.” Sam said.


    “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Ms. Everson said.


    “No, that’s it.” Sam replied. They walked through the long hallway, where there were pictures of the billionaire Mr. Brandsworth on the wall.


    “Who is that man there?” Josh asked, pointing to the picture.


    “That’s Mr. Brandsworth.” Sam said. “He’s been taking the high fat diet I see.” Josh said.


    They walked more, and finally reached the living room, where there was a giant T.V. covering the wall, with gold metal around the frame. A giant
    couch was in the center, and a fireplace was on the right.


    “I will leave all of you here. The guest rooms are over to the right when you walk past the living room. If there’s anywhere else you would like to
    know where to go, I will tell you.” Ms. Everson said.


    “Alright, guys. We’re inside.” Sam said.


    “Can you tell me where the kitchen is?” Mathew asked Ms. Everson.


    “Yes, go past the living room, and through those two rooms, and you’ll reach the kitchen.” Ms. Everson said.


    “Alright.” he said. Mathew left and walked over to the kitchen. Jack searched behind the drapes in the living room.


    “Can you tell me where the bedrooms are?” Josh asked.


    “Yes, they’re up the stairs.” Ms. Everson answered.


    Josh walked upstairs to where he guessed where Martin Brandsworth’s bedroom as. There were several doors down the hallway which
    faced him. At the very end, was a French door with brass handles. He suspected that one was Martin Brandsworth’s. He
    contemplated whether to open it. As Mathew walked into the kitchen, he saw a row of knives. They were hanging on
    two hooks on the wall. There was a big one, a smaller one, and an even larger one. But next it it, was an array
    of empty hooks. Mathew began to look stern. There was no knife hanging on the two hooks. He had a suspicious look on
    his face. He made up his mind, and left the kitchen, and started towards the area next to where the staircase was. Sam and Bill
    were there, speaking to the maid Ms. Everson. Mathew walked up to them.


    “Can you tell me where the guest rooms are?” he asked Ms. Everson.


    “Yes, they’re up the staircase. They’re the doors you see on the right.” she said.


    “And can you tell me which room Henry Brandsworth had stayed?” Mathew asked.


    “The second door you’ll see.” she said.


    “The cops have already searched that area!” Bill said.


    “I know, but let me take a look.” Matt said.


    Matt cautiously walked over to the door. He put his hand on the door nob and turned it, to see that it was indeed unlocked.
    He put on his latex gloves, and began looking around. He looked in the top drawers of the desk. He then looked in and behind several
    vases. Finally, he looked behind the pillows of the bed, and under the sheets, and then under the bed itself. He made one more absolute
    final check, and lifted up the end mattress from the mattress stand, to be unexpectedly astonished by what he saw. A kitchen knife was
    under the mattress. Mathew was absolutely speechless, his eyes widened, and his heart beginning to pound, he let go of the mattress, and
    ran back out of the room.


    “Guys! Guys! You won’t believe what’s going on!” he yelled towards the end of the staircase.


    “What? Did the queen of England die?” Sam said.


    “No– no!!!! There’s a knife under the mattress of the bed where Henry Brandsworth stayed!!!” Mathew anxiously yelled back.


    “What?! I have to look at this. Excuse me.”. Sam barged through, with Bill by his side, as they hurried up the stairs.


    They went inside the room, only to see the utter incomprehension that awaited them. They lifted up the mattress.


    “There is indeed a knife under there. Unbelievable. And where the cops didn’t even look. There’s no blood that I see on it,
    but perhaps it was cleaned off.“ Sam said.


    “I think we know what this means.” Bill said.


    Sam took a picture of the spot under the mattress with his phone. He then put on his latex gloves, and picked the knife up.


    “We need to get Jack and Josh.” Sam said.


    They walked out of the room, down to the entrance. Sam called them.


    “Guys! Hurry up!” Sam yelled. Josh and Jack hurried back to the entrance with surprised looks on their faces.


    “Matt found this under the bed where Henry Brandsworth had slept. Quite remarkable. I think we now have the answer
    to who murdered Collin Patterson.” Sam said. They all walked out of the mansion, to the front pillared walkway.


    “I knew it! Henry is done!” Matt said.


    “This isn’t proof that this is the murder weapon, but it strongly points to it being so. Henry Brandsworth better have a good explanation.” Bill said.


    “But what if someone else is behind it, and made him do it?” Josh said.


    “Who else would want to do it? He would be the only one.” Matt said.


    “Or what if it was a setup! How do we know?!” Josh said.


    “Either way, Henry Brandsworth is in deep trouble for having this in the bed he had stayed in.” Sam said.


    “Either way, what we have now gotten from under the mattress is truly damning evidence.” Sam said.


    “Oh cool! We can swear now?! Bitchin’!” Jack said.


    “Congratulations, Mathew, on your extraordinary find. That should be the end of our work today.” Sam said.


    Samuel, Bill, and Matt walked towards Police Commissioner Charles Beaton, who was standing next to his police cruiser. Josh and Jack
    nonchalantly followed.


    “I see you actually found something there!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Yes! Actual evidence! The weapon itself! Thanks to my young friend here, Mathew, the weapon has been found, right under the mattress
    at which Henry Brandsworth had stayed. Once we obtain the fingerprint evidence on the handle of the knife, it will be proven! It is over for Henry!” Samuel said, as he put the knife in a plastic bag, and put it in the trunk of his car.


    “Henry Brandsworth? I always new it was Martin Brandsworth’s mischievous little son! Finally the case will be done, and Collin Patterson will get justice once he is convicted!” Commissioner Charles Beaton said. The IV of them were at the end of the driveway, where the police cruiser and Sam’s car were parked, while Jack and Josh stood midway between the mansion and the gate entrance.


    “We finally caught him, man! That wealth hungry criminal will have the sign of culpabilité written all over his face, and will finally be brought to justice!” Sam said.


    “You don’t have proof he did it! You only found a knife in the room where Henry Brandsworth had stayed! That doesn’t mean he did it!” Josh yelled.


    “The city will be grateful . It’s good we finally have one of the key pieces of evidence! What luck!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “There is nothing good or ordinary about a knife under the mattress of someone’s bed. Especially when a murder happened!” Sam said.


    “It’s good they found the guy, huh?” Jack said to Josh.


    “They didn’t find the murderer, you moronic imbecile! They found a knife! That doesn’t even prove that he was the murderer! “The common curse of mankind, - folly and ignorance.” to quote the great William Shakespeare.” Josh said.


    “Really? You’re quoting Shakespeare? He didn’t even do any good paintings aside from the Mona Lisa.” Jack said.


    Sam made a hurrying motion with his arm at Josh and Jack. “Hurry up!” he said.


    Josh and Jack walked over.


    “Get over here, you guys. I’ll let Commissioner Charles Beaton drive you guys back to your campus. We’re done for the day. Gather all your stuff. ” Sam said.
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    “Good then. Our work here is done!” Matt said.


    “It was good working with you, Samuel, as always.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “As is working with you, commissioner. Remember not to take so long before we meet again.” Sam said.


    “We have some new detectives with us now!” Bill said.


    “Much appreciated work by our friend here. We might need him again.” Sam said.


    They waved to each other, and Sam and Bill stepped into the car, as the police commissioner escorted the college students to his police car. Samuel turned around and left the estate with the police commissioner following him after, putting an end to the day’s investigation. Samuel drove right, and the police commissioner drove the opposite direction.




    The next night, Samuel was awakened at II XXX in the morning by a call from his phone. He saw on the caller ID that it was Bill Conner. “Hello! What is it you want?” Samuel said. “Hello. I just wanted to ask you a couple things about what was going on the day before yesterday.” Bill said. “Very well then. Is it about the students?” he asked.


    “Yes. It is. I hope I’m not causing too much of an inconvenience by waking you at this hour.” Bill said.


    “No, it’s not, Conner. I was up late anyway.” Sam said.


    “I just wanted to know if you found the students a hindrance to our investigation.”, “No, I don’t. Matt was quite helpful obviously.”, “Yes, I know. But I’m just not sure about the people Anderson chose for our assistance. I’m not sure if they were good choices. Maybe Anderson was in a hurry.”, “I’m not sure about Anderson.” Sam said.


    “He just seems like he didn’t choose good enough people. While Matt is good of course, I’m not so sure about Josh.” Bill said.


    “What, Josh? He’s fine. I don’t have a problem with him.”, “Alright. Then what about Jack? He seems like he’s not fit for the job.” Bill said.


    “I don’t know about him. He doesn’t seem like a very good assistant, but our case still needs to be finished, and I’m mainly worried about the case. We’re just several steps away from finding our Killer .”, “If there’s anyone who you’d like to have excluded from our group, you can tell me now.” Bill said.


    “No, we need all the people we have to complete our case. We can’t finish it alone. But is there anyone you would like to have excluded from our investigation?” Sam asked.


    “Not particularly. Although Jack I am less than happy about. He needs to get more work done.” Bill said.


    “Yeah, but all of them as a whole. Well. They’re fitting well with our work. It’s nice to have some new guys on the job. It’s been awhile since we’ve taken a truly major case, and this one, it needs some younger and more excited players into our game. It’s not even often when we would both take on a case, but when we did, it usually was a big one. Not always. But we would always get the time of congratulatory remarks that I miss from time to time. This one case however, I was on my own, and it was one of my biggest ones, and I spent long hours on it. I wasn’t sure who the killer was, but it turned out the suspect kept running. After shooting two people, and driving off on his boat full of cocaine, it was only then when I had the final piece to the case, and just barely caught him. I was awakened by the police officer who I worked for in the middle of the night. And that gave me the key evidence to solve the case. It reminds of how you woke me up just now. I hope I am successful with this one as well. The answer has yet to be known.”, “Yes, we can all ponder and speak of about old matters, but we must indeed push forward to the case. As for this. Are you sure you’re fine with everything now?”, “Yes. I am fine with everything.” Sam replied.


    “Alright. Well I’m done talking to you. I won’t bother you this late anymore.“ Bill said.


    “Alright. It’s good we discussed this. Goodbye.” Sam said.


    “Goodbye, Sam.” Bill said. The call ended.








    VI days later, on the morning of Sunday, Josh was lying in the bed of his dorm room when he got a call from his phone. It was Samuel. He was holding a cup of coffee in his other arm when he called him. He told him to come back to the Brandsworth estate tomorrow. And that it was important, and that he must come tomorrow for another call to action involving the case. Samuel also called Mathew, who was eating at the campus cafeteria when the call occurred. Jack received a call as well, when he was walking through the campus. Samuel left approximately the same message to everyone he called.


    “Hello! This is important! Show up tomorrow at the Brandsworth estate! My friend Officer Daniel Lakesman will pick you guys up. You will be informed on the latest news. And if you can, remember to wear some uniforms appropriate for golfing. Show up at XI O’Clock! Your next objective awaits!”.


    He called Bill as well to inform him on everything. Officer Daniel Lakesman approached the campus, with the three college students waiting there. They got in the vehicle, and Officer Daniel drove off. He then called Samuel Wasserman to inform him on the arrival of the college students.


    “They’re coming as you requested, sir.” Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    “Good! Me and Bill are waiting.” Sam said. He drove through the neighborhood, and to the Brandsworth estate. It happened to be busier that day, and there was more people walking around. Birds flew from the trees as his engine roared as he drove up to the gate. His car screeched to a halt. The college students hurried out of the car. As they came back to the estate, they saw the barricade tape was
    removed from outside the greenhouse. Bill and Sam were standing there. The officer drove off.


    Sam began to speak. “Welcome back, everyone! Now to inform all of you on the latest events. Firstly, an update on the note Mathew found behind the shrub at the foot of the mansion last week. From what we’ve gotten from the police, we have found that the note was left over from when Mr. Brandsworth was taking notes at work. What we think happened, was it had fallen out of his pocket. We processed the bar code on the back, and it is now known that the notes were written on paper packaging that was supposed to hold multiple cans of beans. Now then, to more information regarding the events that took place before Collin Patterson’s murder. We have now found out that a letter was sent from Mr. Brandsworth a few weeks to Collin Patterson.”.


    Sam reached into his pocket. “I read to you as it as it was written, “Collin Patterson, you weak, closeted little man! You are a poor excuse for a stepson. I have no stepson! You are a waste of life! You are poor and disgusting! You cannot make any decent earnings. I haven’t seen you with a girl either. You shouldn’t even have the honor to talk to me! You are pathetic! You make me weep for humanity! I weep of your very existence! You are a poor excuse for a man. I have had enough affiliation with you! You shall never dare criticize me, because you will pay consequences if you do so. You are a disgrace! You are a coward! And a thief! I’m sorry you were born. I really am. You shall never be affiliated with me!”. Make whatever you want of that. But now I am led to the most important news of all, which has kept me, and I’m sure many of you, awake for many nights. And that is the shocking latest details of the fingerprint evidence that was found on the handle of the knife in the bed Henry Brandsworth slept in. I am wrenched to report that the fingerprints found on the handle of the knife do indeed belong to Henry Brandsworth. The arrest of Henry Brandsworth took place yesterday.”.


    Nobody spoke for awhile, but had surprised looks on their faces. Josh began to speak.


    “But what if it was a setup! What if someone wanted to make it look like Henry Brandsworth did it!”.


    “We have yet to prove that, Josh.” Sam said.


    “What if somebody made Henry Brandsworth hold the knife, and then took it from him, and put on latex gloves, committed the murder, and placed the knife under his mattress to make it look like he did it.” Josh said.


    “In that case anybody could’ve done it. Including anybody walking around here. It could be that guy right there, in the golfing uniform.” Matt said, pointing to a man with golf clothes walking by.


    “Yes! It could be! But who else? Anybody could’ve killed Mr. Patterson!” Jack said.


    “The killer could be among us as we speak.” Bill said.


    “I don’t see any reason why a golfer would want to come here and kill Mr. Patterson. What is to gain for doing so?” Josh said.


    “What about those foreigners over there. Maybe they did it.” Matt said, pointing to a Muslim couple with a hijab and a tofi on walking by.


    “Do you take that as a possibility?” Jack said.


    “Look at those dirty foreigners walking around. They probably intruded the estate, and came in and killed him.” Matt said.


    “But just because they’re foreigners, you say that, but maybe they didn’t do it.” Jack said.


    “Okay! Moving on! We need to have our case worked out here. Work is to be done! I have assigned all of you to a new job, which is to help me with further investigation into suspects. It’s our final job for now, before the law enforcement takes over.” Samuel said.


    “Alright good! What is it?” Josh said.


    “I’m sure many of you are familiar with how expensive Mr. Brandsworth is. And this next task is definitely going to prove that to be true.” Samuel said.


    “How big of a task is this?” Josh asked.


    “It’s actually going to be quite simple. We’ve searched the whole yard of Mr. Brandsworth, even been inside his giant mansion, and now we’re going to go to Mr. Brandsworth’s most expensive property of all. The Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green. Your jobs are to look for anyone who might be up to no good. We’re going to make it appear like we’re not doing detective work. So we’re going to go there to play golf as well. Which is why I asked you guys to wear golfing uniforms. And that’s where you guys play your parts. The three of you chaps will show up at the lobby. When I give you the signal to go, head out the door, and towards the first hole of the golf course. Show up at the first tree at the hole, next to the lake, and wait for us there. Everything clear? I will drive you guys to the golf course.” Sam said.


    “Sounds good.” Josh said.


    Sam and Bill and the guys walked into the black Lincoln Town Car, and started towards the Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green. Samuel turned right, and drove past the rich houses past Mr. Brandsworth’s mansion. They drove up a hill, and as they reached the top, the ginormous Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green was in view. They all had intrigued looks on their faces. On the side of the golf course, big letters saying “The Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green” were visible. Samuel parked his car, and they all walked through a big parking lot, and got into the lobby. Samuel approached the counter.


    “Hello. Paying for V.” he said.


    Samuel payed the man behind the desk, and then nudged each one of the students. He then pointed toward the exit. Josh, Matt and Jack walked out the door. They began walking to the first hole. The soft rich colored green grass was under their feet as they walked toward the Grand Tournoi Green.


    “I wonder what those two guys are gonna make us do this time.” Mathew said.


    “I don’t know.” Jack said. “What do you think is gonna happen when we show up?” Matt asked.


    “Anything could happen.” Jack said. “I’m not so sure about this, man.” Matt reluctantly said.


    “I’m not so sure about this man either.” Jack said. “Why are they making us compete at golf?” Matt asked.


    “Maybe because they want us to cream them.”


    Josh said. “Either way, this is our last job we have to do.” Matt said.


    They continued walking, and made it several yards away from the tree. As they were talking, they heard a golf cart approach them from behind. Sam was driving the golf cart, with Bill at his side, and with a coffee in the cup holder. They were both wearing golf hats. There were V golf bags strapped to the back of the cart, and there was a small plastic bag sitting in the back basket.


    “Looks like they geared us up!” Matt said.


    “Alright then. Game on!” Josh said.


    “What’s in the plastic bag though?” Matt said.


    “Probably sleeping pills and cough drops.” Josh said.


    “Alright! you guys made it! Now we can start our game.” Sam said.


    “Are you going to get us set up?” Josh said.


    “Indeed, Josh. Here’s how it will go. The three of you will start off at the tee, and we will proceed after. Each individual making a stroke will do it only by himself, while everyone except the individual making the stroke, will watch for anyone suspicious who might be walking around the golf course. As the day progresses, we should have at least a reasonable idea of who goes around this course. Don’t look too obvious, and don’t make anyone notice you.“ Sam said.


    “The first hole is over there up that hill. It’s a par IV. You should see a blue flag.” Bill said, as he pointed.


    “One more thing, I’ll be getting updates from Police Commissioner Charles Beaton throughout the day on my phone. Matt, why don’t you start off. Your golf bag is the one in the middle with the yellow stripes, and a picture of a Falcon on it.” Bill said.


    Mathew went over to reach for his bag, and as he did so, he grabbed a V wood, and took off the cover, which was also a Falcon’s head. He reached into a side pocket, and pulled out a ball. He approached the tee, and put small white tee into the ground. He swung his club back and forth. Mathew knew the overall rules of golf, and was experienced enough to know how to make a decent score. Mathew made his first drive, which fell about IV yards short of the green, where the flag was. He picked up his tee, and walked back. Josh went up next.


    “Your bag’s the one with the blue diamonds on it.” Sam said.


    Josh grabbed a VI iron. Josh walked up. He had experience with golf before. He played with his dad multiple times. And had attended tournaments at Washington University. He put a long green tee into the ground, placed a ball on it, and swung back, tightly gripping his VI iron. He made sure he had the correct angle. He eyed the hole one more time. The ball went into the air, and landed just a couple feet next to where Matt’s was. Josh picked up his tee, and placed it into his pocket, and walked back to where Sam and Bill were sitting.


    “You’re up, Jack. Get a club from the yellow dotted bag.” Sam said.


    Jack grabbed a VIII iron. He swung his club back, and slammed the ball, which flew into the air, and landed away from Matt and Josh’s ball. Jack put his club back, and Samuel got up and walked to get a club from his grey bag. He grabbed a VII iron. Samuel tried to get hold of the club, and swung it back, hit the ball, slightly losing his balance. The ball went directly up in the air, and landed XX feet away from where he was.


    “God dammit!” Sam said.


    Bill was next. He hit his at an unimpressive, and lack luster speed. It went about XI feet, then rolled. Matt grabbed an IX iron, and Josh grabbed a pitching wedge. Matt made sure he was facing the hole correctly. Sam and Bill were both behind him, down the hill. Matt swung back, and hit the ball, and it landed II or so feet from the hole.


    “Looks like a birdie is up for me.” Matt said. Josh, with his pitching wedge, slowly placed the head of the club behind the ball. He calculated the distance. The green looked smooth enough, so he hit a medium stroke, and it ended up landing several feet from the hole, rivaling that of Matt’s. While that was going on, Sam struggled to make his ball reach up the fairway. He hit with his VII, and it fell a few yards from him, and rolled back. Bill wasn’t having much luck either. He hit his ball, and it rolled through a small puddle, and stopped.


    “Goddamn puddles!” Bill said.


    Jack finally made up his mind, and grabbed a VII iron. Hitting his ball, it went up, and to the right of the green, about III yards. Mathew went over to grab his putter. He stood close to the hole, just barely peering over it. He tapped the ball in. Josh went over to get his. He made sure he would bend the head of his putter just slightly, so it wouldn’t roll to the right. He hit his in. Josh and Matt’s hole were completed, with both of them finishing up I under par. Sam, after multiple failed strokes of getting it up the hill, finally reached the ball the closest yet to the green, about IV feet from the green. Bill’s already reached the green, after hitting a decent shot with a VII iron. Jack hit his ball through a group of trees, sweeping the leaves away with his
    club as he swung it. It landed past the green.


    Samuel got out his putter. He made aligned himself toward the blue flagged hole, cautiously hitting it just enough so it made it inches from the green. Bill grabbed his putter. He hit his. The ball rolled down. Once more, Bill hit the ball, and it finally went in, finishing him VI over par. Sam tapped his in, finishing VIII over par. Sam and Bill walked back to their golf cart down the hill. Lastly, Jack grabbed a pitching wedge, and with it, drove the ball onto the green, landing it a yard from the hole. He went to get his putter. With his putter, he hit the ball, and it rolled to the left. He hit it one last time, touching it in, and he finished the hole with a bogey. The № I was completed by everyone.


    “Alright! We’re done! Everyone get on.” Sam said.


    Jack put his putter back, and jumped on with the rest of the guys. Suddenly, Samuel got a call on his phone. He reached into his pocket.


    “Yeah, hello?” Sam said. It was Police Commissioner Charles Beaton.


    “Hello, Samuel. I’m calling to inform you of the latest involving the chef who works at Mr. Brandsworth’s Mansion. He was just done being questioned by police. It has been confirmed according to the witnesses and the accounts from the law enforcement that he wasn’t at the site the time the murder occurred.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Okay. Thank you for the update.” Sam said.


    “As always, Mr. Wasserman.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “I’m not the last one to be informed of it am I?” Sam asked.


    “No, however I suppose I could’ve informed you a little sooner. Anyway. That is all, sir.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    Sam hung up. “Who was that?” Josh asked. “That was Police Commissioner Charles Beaton. He was giving me an update about the chef who works at Mr. Brandsworth’s mansion. Apparently, he wasn’t there at the time of the murder.“ Sam said.


    "Well that excludes one.” Matt said.


    Samuel looked straight forward, and then began drive down the path leading to the to the № II hole. As Sam drove up, they all looked around to see if there was anyone suspicious. They hardly saw anyone, except one guy walking a ways away with a white hat. Aside from that, nobody was seen. Sam parked his golf cart just short of the tee. Mathew got off, Josh got off, and the rest of them continued after. There were palm trees place all about the golf course. And if you look ever so far, a blue sparkle was at the far edge of the course, where a stream was, afar from the view of where Sam, Bill and the guys were standing. The hole was a par VI. Mathew was the first up. It was at that point he saw clearly that the flag was red, and placed atop a hill which steeply inclined just before the green, which was about CXV yards or so from him.


    Matt got out a V wood. He exercised his club several times. After his brief warm up, he placed a white tee into the ground, and nested a golf ball on top of it. The sun beat down on them as it sat halfway up in Josh quickly glanced at Matt, and then looked away.the sky. Matt carefully swung his club back, and with his club swinging forward, hit the ball, having it propel up into the air, and plopping midway in the fairway.


    Josh was next. Having walked to the tee with a driver of his own, a IV wood, and a tee and ball in his other hand, he set himself up, attempting to make a precise hit in the correct direction of the red flag, as well as the expected yardage was for the hole. He placed his red tee into the ground, and hit the ball, having it fly up into the air, and land only about a foot or more from where Matt’s landed. Josh quickly picked up his tee, and walked back around the group. Jack grabbed a VI, and hit his as well, which drove into the direction of the fairway, and turned slightly to the right, landing short of Matt and Josh’s ball, and sitting XX feet to the right. He picked his tee up, and returned to his original standing place. "Let me see if I can get the hang of this.“ Sam said, getting up from his seat. He grabbed a VII iron, swung his club, hitting the ball, off the tee, and having it fly a disappointing low and short length down the fairway. It ended up hitting the hill before gravity could even pull the ball from its zenith. Bill went up to the tee. He hit his ball with a VI iron. The ball as well, flew at a disappointing speed, and went slightly lower than Sam’s. Bill angrily planted his club back down with his right hand, and stomped his foot.


    Samuel got into his cart, as Bill walked back, and they drove to the midway point of the fairway. All of them walking with their golf bags on their backs. Matt was already at his ball. Samuel hit his, which flew left, reaching closer to the hole, yet still at an unfeasible length. Bill hit his as well, which was hardly much of a shot. It flew up, and back down, and rolled a little. Matt struck his ball with a VI. The ball plopped down only a few feet from the green, but ended up rolling about XII feet down.


    Josh struck with his VIII. The ball landed to the right of Matt’s, a good XII feet further to the green than Matt’s was. It too, however ended up rolling several feet down, ending up just short of where Matt’s ball was sitting. Jack hit his, with his VII iron a couple yards. Samuel walked up to his ball. Hitting it again, with it ending up in a bunker left of the green. Bill hit his, and his ended up around XV feet from the green.


    Matt calculated whether to get a putter or a pitching wedge, with the ball being at the point it was relative to the green. He ended up deciding to get his pitching wedge. Josh got a IX iron. Mathew slowly drew his club, and hit the ball, having it land on the green II yards away. Josh, with his IX iron, hit the ball XII feet , and spun slightly, fell to the ground, and rolling toward the hole, it stopped II S yards away from the hole. Samuel continued to struggle with getting any type of constraint of the ball, as the ball was propelled up with his pitching wedge, landing it on the top of the bunker, and then having it roll back down, which continued to happen within III strokes. He kept changing the place at which he stood, trying to get a good angle of it, walking all over the sand. He hit the ball directly in the air, making sand fly up from his club. The ball continued to resist any entry onto the green. Bill, after several minutes trying to remember where his ball was, finally saw the ball and walked up to and began to make his next stroke. He decided to use his pitching wedge for his next stroke. As he did so, Jack was behind him and made a stroke with his VII iron, almost hitting Bill with the ball as his back was turned. Matt got out his putter. He stood directly over his ball, and tilted it slightly to compensate the slight downward sloping of the green. The ball ended up rolling to the left of the hole. Josh grabbed his putter. Josh quickly glanced at Matt, and then looked away. He used a different technique than Matt. He hit the ball only within an inch to the right in the direction of the hole, but at a quick speed. His failed to get into the hole, however. Bill looked a long distance away to see a man in a black hat driving a golf cart. He didn’t have anything in the back of the cart that he could see, aside from a golf bag. So he shifted his focus back to his golf bag to get his pitching wedge. Samuel after several failed attempts, finally was able to get his ball out of the sand trap. The ball flew into the air, and landed onto the green, and bounced a little as some sand fell off. Bill used his pitching wedge to get the ball up into the air, it landed off the very side of the green.


    Mathew carefully tapped in his ball, despite the close range, he didn’t want to take chances. Josh tapped his in, and picked up his ball and walked off. Both Matt and Josh finished with an eagle. Josh walked off the smooth green sheet, back to the golf cart, and stood there next to Matt, waiting for the rest of them. Jack putted his on the green, and the ball rolled past the hole.


    "Will those two millennium aged wrinkle faces hurry up!” Josh said.


    Sam putted his ball. It ended up a foot from the hole. Bill putted his, and his fell about II feet from the hole. Sam putted his, and it missed, going passed it. Bill’s next stroke was a failure as well, the ball not even going in the precise direction of the hole. Sam tried again, and missed it. Jack’s ball rolled toward the hole, but with not enough speed. After another putt, Jack’s went in. He finished with a birdie. Bill finally tapped his in with a par. Samuel, slightly disoriented, grasped his putter, and hit the ball, somewhat casually. However, despite the careless putt, the ball fell in. He finished IV over par. Everyone completed the № II hole.


    Sam and Bill both walked back. Sam stepped into the cart.


    “Looks like we’re done with our second hole. We have a bit of ways to go. So let’s get a move on.” Sam said.


    “Our hole should be to the left.” Bill said, drinking from his cup of coffee, and spitting some of it out as he coughed.


    Samuel drove down the pathway, which went for CCXL yards or so. The pathway went diagonal relative to the holes on the course, and turned to the right, and led straight, into a shadowed path with trees around it. Just before the path turned, there was a blue flag CCL yards away. And on the other side of the path, there was the tee for the № III hole. Behind the hole was the stream, aligned parallel to the path. The hole was a par VII. Bill parked the cart. Two golf carts approached from behind. A man and a woman were in the leading golf cart, and II men were in the golf cart behind. Bill turned his head behind him, to catch a glimpse
    of them.


    Mathew approached the tee with an iron. He saw the far CCL yard distance from him. He swung his club back, and with hard swing, hit the ball forward, making fly an impressive distance toward the hole, before it fell XI yards from the hole. Everyone else cheered at theastounding drive. Josh walked to the tee with an infuriated look. He used his iron, and swiftly struck the ball, propelling it at an impounding rate. The ball swerved to the left, and then fell, landing II feet short of Matt’s ball. If the ball didn’t hook to the left, it would’ve went far past Matt’s ball, with the enormous amount of concentrated rage with which he hit it. He picked up his tee, and walked off. Jack trotted up to the tee. He had a III wood, which would be considered slightly unnecessary considering the amount of experience he had.


    “What the hell’s he think he’s doing with that club?” Matt mumbled.


    Jack hit the ball, and the ball flew XL yards forward, and slanted left. It fell off the fairway, into a small rut of water, where there were sprinklers. Sam went next, with an iron. He hit his ball, which went left XV yards. Bill went up with his iron, struck it, and it went right VI yards or so. Samuel got in his golf cart, and drove a little ways past where he hit his ball. From there, Matt walked to where his ball was. Josh followed from a couple feet away. Matt got a pitching wedge, and smacked the ball onto the green, quite easily. Josh got a pitching wedge. He looked at the green facing sideways, and hit the ball. His made it on the green as well. Behind him, Jack was hitting his ball out of the damp ruts next to the sprinklers. Sam hit his ball, which went straight, and about CL feet which for him, was a shot that was at least decent. Bill hit his ball forward CX feet. Both of them had a ways to go. Jack’s ball was V yards up to the green. The green that faced Matt and Josh was quite complicated and challenging, the way it was set up. The green was steep and slick, and broke subtly to the right, making it unpredictable which direction the ball would end up. Matt got out his putter for a shot at it. Matt positioned himself. He tapped the ball, with a restraint of force, hoping the ball would just fall in. The ball rolled down the hill, heading directly toward the hole, then breaking to the right, and then to his dissatisfaction, sped up, and ended up rolling even more. The ball finally stopped a couple feet from the green. Josh walked up. With the experience he has had with fast greens before, he knew even the most cautious stroke could end up with the ball rolling up to a far faster speed than expected. He positioned himself in line with the hole. He ever so slightly gave it a nudge, and it moved sluggishly down the green, almost as if it was going to halt. It broke slightly, and sped up, sliding down the green, and broke right, stopping where at about the same distance from the hole as Matt’s. Josh was in slight disbelief after a putt which he expected would at least stop before it reached the end of the green. Jack’s was hit onto the green. He managed to get it there with pitching wedge. Josh slapped his knee with frustration, as he walked around the green. Mathew wasn’t particularly pleased. He walked the perimeter of the green, to where his ball was, and stood, looking from the front how the hill sloped down and broke before the hole.


    Samuel hit his ball, which went a couple yards and bounced. Bill’s went to the right, rolled a ways and stopped next to the fairway. Mathew inched up to the ball, and hit it with a firm stroke. The ball went up the hill, and fell to the right of the hole just as it came back down. Matt swung his arm in anger. Josh made his attempt, not expecting much of a score. His too went up, and went over the hole like an arch, and slid back down. Josh pushed his putter head into the ground, and banged on the top of the club shaft. Mathew walked back on the green. Jack putted his ball down the green with his III wood. Sam hit his ball again, arriving it XI yards away from the green. Bill’s was hit a good distance across the fairway, where Sam’s was. Sam looked over at Jack. “What the hell’s he doing with a III wood?” he said to Bill. Jack hit his again, which went up the green, and stopped in the middle. Matt with another attempt, went up to hit the ball after analyzing the green. He tapped it a moderate speed, and by some luck, it stopped to the left of the hole, and didn’t go back down. Mathew was slightly relieved, but still angry because the distance still remained quite far, being several yards left. Josh took his putter, inched it up, and made sure he hit the ball fast enough so it would go over the slight dip at the edge of the green, and slow enough so it doesn’t end up going past it and falling back down. Josh’s did go up, and broke left. Luckily, after passing the hole a couple inches, it stopped. Sam’s ball was hit, closer. Almost onto the green. Bill’s ended up flying over the green, and falling on the other side. More people from behind showed up as they played the green. Mathew knew at that point, if he missed the putt, all his work would be for nothing. He hesitated to make his putt. Josh as well, was slightly reluctant. But he was in a slightly different position. Although even he was hanging on a weak branch. Mathew began to walk for his next attempt at the putt. Mathew had intentions to not lose. Surely, the ball wouldn’t roll away this time. Surely, he had the ability to beat Josh. As he approached the green walking, he contemplated how he would be able to live with himself if he lost the hole to Josh. Josh closely watched, looking away, but still eyeing his every move through his peripheral vision. He smacked the ball with the absolute hope that it would go up the hill and cease its ascent as soon as it passed the hole. He hurled it with enraged might, almost scraping the green with his putter. The ball catapulted toward the hole, and rolled around it as if it had no regard for Mathew’s endeavors in any way shape or form. After the disappointing putt from which Josh saw, Josh had an upgraded sense of confidence and a higher sense of status which he showed no visible physical manner of. Mathew planted his club into the ground as hard as he could, stomping his feet. And with that, his stroke was completed. Josh was absolutely fed up. He was in no mood to lose. And to Mathew no less. He placed himself to the left of the hole. He smacked the ball with his putter, and to his satisfaction, the ball went the distance he intended, as well as moving in the diagonal path with which he aimed for. And even more to his amazement, broke left and then stopped, nesting itself just above the hole. His heart went a little bit faster. He was just one more putt away from finishing off the hole. Mathew couldn’t handle it. He was already pissed off. After a big breakdown of calamity and pressure tested anxiety, he finally got up to make another attempt at the ball. With the amount of skill with which he had, and with luck which he took into account, he knew that there were to be a point where he would complete the hole. He made his stroke, and the ball rolled up, and stopped halfway from where the putter hit the ball, and where the hole was. Luckily this time, the ball stopped. Slightly relieved, yet with still a great deal of frustration, he walked back. Josh made his final putt, carefully nudging it in, finishing with a par. Mathew made a careful and final stroke, hitting his in, finishing with I over par.


    Jack was next. After several putts, he finished the hole with a double bogey. Sam and Bill were last. After what seemed to be more than a quarter of an hour, they both finally finished, after a series of hap hazard collision with the putter head and the ball. Bill finished V over par. Sam finishing IV over par, rested his arm on his club, and grabbed a small towel out of his golf bag and poured some water on it and rubbed it on his face. Bill reached for some water, which was in the bag sitting in the back of the golf cart. At last, the № III hole was completed.


    Samuel suddenly heard a ring from his pocket. He reached down in there to get his phone. It was Charles Beaton, as he expected. “Hello, Charles, what is it?” he said.


    “Hello, Samuel. I’m calling in to give you an update something one of the witnesses said. According to what the police have told me, one of the groundswomen overheard a conversation between Mr. Brandsworth and Collin Patterson. This was apparently around VI X or so. According to what she said, she overheard Mr. Brandsworth telling Patterson that Chelsea Easterling was inside the greenhouse, and wanted to meet him there.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Is there any word as to who else might’ve heard the conversation?” Samuel said.


    “No, not as of now.”, “I see. Very well then. Well thank you for the update.” Sam said, hanging up.


    “What was that about?” Mathew asked.


    “That was the commissioner giving me an update about a conversation that was heard by one of the groundswomen. Apparently, according to what she said, Mr. Brandsworth told Collin Patterson that Chelsea Easterling , who what the police have told me before, was a woman that Mr. Patterson had been seeing for awhile who happened to work at the Brandsworth estate, apparently during the conversation was told by Mr. Brandsworth that she was in the greenhouse, and was waiting there, and wanted to Collin Patterson for some reason.” Samuel said. “Do you think that story told by groundswoman was intended to be a set up for Mr. Brandsworth?” Matt asked.


    “It’s possible. But the likelihood of it all we have yet to surmise.” Sam said.
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    Sam suddenly saw an abrupt and frantic movement from the side of his view, which quickly caught his eye. He turned to see a group of men, just beyond the river, in an angry and sudden brawl, each of them shoving and moving their arms, with screaming and yelling heard in the distance.


    “What the hell is going on over there?” Sam said.


    It suddenly got Bill’s attention. Everyone else looked too. Samuel quickly ran into his golf cart, as Bill followed him.


    “Hurry up, everyone! Get on!” Sam said.


    The three college students hopped onto the back. Samuel turned his cart around, and headed toward the lake. He went over a stone bridge that crossed over it. Samuel with his reasonable but not ideal eyesight, could see that there were IV of them, each in a man-to-man scuffle. Two reasonably dressed men on the left, one with a blue hat, the other with a red. On the right was a man with a weird misshapen hat, and the other was a rather round and fat man. Samuel approached them instantly. Everyone got out of the cart. It was then when Sam could see the IV of them
    in a chaotic and and uncontrolled brawl. There he could see the two nicely dressed men, and the man on the right, with his worn green hat, and the rather overweight man sweating, as he was being grabbed and shoved repeatedly by the man on the left.


    “What the hell is going on here?!!!” Sam yelled.


    Bill shoved his hand back, as the three college students kept a close distance. “He ain’t giving my money! He took my money!!!” the guy in the red hat yelled.


    “Alright enough of this crap!!! Tell me what’s going on at once!!!!” Sam yelled.


    “That guy took my money! I left on the seat of my golf cart, and when I came back it was gone! He took it! He took my goddamn stuff!” the guy in the red hat yelled.


    “What the hell do you mean by all this? What is this about? Who? Who took what?” Sam said.


    “Those guys there. They took it from us. Me and my friend were walking, and I put my money down, and several minutes later he took it.” the guy in the red hat said.


    “Do you know these guys?” Bill asked the guy in the red hat.


    “Yeah! They play at our golf tournament!” the guy in the red hat said.


    "I didn’t steal none of your goddamn money, you liar! Why don’t you shut your stupid ass mouth!!!“ the fat guy yelled.


    "Why don’t you let me get a little closer so I get a real smack on your face!!! I’m gonna choke you till you cough that money up!!!!” the guy in the red hat yelled back.


    “Give it back, both of you damn pricks!” the guy in the blue hat said.


    “Both of you are gonna be eating pavement if you don’t shut up!!! At least knocking your goddamn brains out will make you stop lying!” the fat guy yelled.


    Sam put both his hands on the guy in the red hat, and the fat guy. “Both of you, will you shush it!!!!! I’ve had it!!!!! I’m a retired cop!!!! Both of you better stop this now and act in an orderly fashion or else both of you are gonna get it!” Sam yelled.


    “You can’t tell us what to do, grandpa! You don’t know what you’re doing here!” the guy in worn green hat said.


    “Where are you guys from!!??” Sam yelled.


    "We’re from Camp Springs!“ the guy in the blue hat said.


    "Alright that’s enough! All of you! That is it! This golf course is no place for this type horrendous activity!” Sam yelled.


    "Yo, who is this guy?“ the fat guy said.


    "He took my money so he could pay to be in the next tournament at Washington University! I swear!” the guy in the red hat yelled.


    “Yeah, you’ll do whatever it takes, you lair!!! You’re lying through your filthy mouth! I ain’t got none of your damn money! I ain’t got none of it! Shut it!!!” the fat guy yelled.


    “Don’t make me punch you again!” the guy in the red hat yelled.


    “Alright screw this! I’m done! We’re out! Let’s go!” Sam said.


    He headed back into his golf cart. Bill followed along, and the college students hopped back onto the cart. Samuel saw no reason to go any
    further into the argument, and thought it would do no good, and was mainly focused on extra suspects involving Collin Patterson’s murder. After
    the abrupt scuffle, Sam wiped sweat of the side of his face, and tightened the grip on his steering wheel. He drove back across the bridge, and
    toward the turned path where the trees were. Sam went down the hill, down the whistling trees brushed with air, and onto the № IV hole. Samuel parked his cart. The hole was a par V. As they were out of the tree surrounded pathway, it was then where they saw how many people were at the course. There were people walking all around on greens over on the horizon, and people flying kites just afar. Two caddies appeared onto the tee as they all walked up. The caddie standing to the left of them was wearing green shoes, and the other was wearing white shoes.


    “Hello, men! May I clean any of your clubs or golf balls?” The caddie in the green shoes asked.


    “Yes, sir. Please do so. I’ll give you mine here.” Sam said, handing him several golf balls. The other caddie grabbed the clubs handed to him by Matt and Josh. After cleansing their equipment, they handed them several towels.


    “May I suggest to any of you some Arnold Palmers?” the caddie in the green shoes asked.


    "Yes, I would like some.“ Bill said. "Do any of them have alcohol in them?” Josh asked.


    “Um. No, sir.” the caddie responded. “I would like one too, sir.” Sam said.


    They both poured Sam and Bill the drinks, and handed it to them as they stood there as Josh and Matt finished up cleaning their clubs. Sam and Bill handed back the empty glasses to the caddies, which they put on plates.


    "Is there anything else we can do for any of you?“ the caddie in the white shoes asked.


    "No, that’ll do it for us.” Bill said, as he went back to grab his club. At that point, it became difficult to track everyone. There were people loading, and unloading their golf carts on the side of the path ahead, people driving their carts in multiple directions, and there was even a man running directly across the fairway. The view was quite incredible. The sun glistened over the damp bright green grass which went on and on through
    the course, with the trees behind, the leaves blowing back in fourth on the branches. The flag wasn’t in clear sight, but it was an red one, hidden behind the trees a distance away. Mathew, as expected was the first to go up. He grabbed a driver, and made his first stroke on the green. Josh followed after. Sam and Bill both watched their drives off the tee. Both of which, went up in the air, and flew across, almost with a sort of gliding pattern.


    “You know, Mr. Brandsworth has quite the elegant golf course. If it weren’t for this case we’re engulfed in, golf would probably be the main activity that would occupy my time.” Sam said.


    “Indeed. Golf is quite the nice sport. And Brandsworth’s course is one of the best. I bet it looks even more beautiful when you see it in the morning.” Bill said. “Indeed. Unlike when you see Mr. Brandsworth in the morning.” Sam said.


    “Especially when he doesn’t tie his robe.” Bill said.


    Jack was up next. His drive wasn’t nearly as interesting. The ball didn’t go nearly as high, or as far as Josh and Matt’s. Jack’s went about IX or so yards. Sam went up next. His stroke went about XX or so feet. Bill went up. His went several feet, and then fell. "Alright I got this one.“ Bill said, as he walked into the driver’s side. Bill drove the golf cart off the tee, and went onto the fairway. The cart was parked, just ahead of where their balls were. They both walked out, grabbing their clubs. Sam made his stroke first, and succeeding him was Bill. They both hit their balls with similar velocity, both going about XII yards, landing just short of where Matt and Josh’s was. They got back into their carts, and drove to the location of their balls. Josh and Matt were both walking along the pathway toward their balls. As they were walking, a man with a backwards baseball cap walked by. Josh took a quick glance as him. The man quickly walked by, almost jogging. Both his hands out of his pockets, and with nothing at hand.


    "Where’d you leave your ball, Sam?” Bill asked, struggling where to park his cart.


    “It’s over that way.” he responded, pointing to the right. Bill went a couple feet, then parked his cart, slamming and crushing some grass with his wheels. They both got out of the cart. Bill began to reach for his club, as Sam grabbed his. Sam approached his ball, which he was sure was his, as it was just behind Matt and Josh’s. Sam lined himself up with the obstructed view of the red flag, and took a shot. Matt and Josh looked behind themselves as he took it, and saw the ball fly up. The ball ended up bouncing down XXI yards. Bill, with a somewhat lack of enthusiasm walked up after him, carrying his coffee in one hand, and his iron in the other. Bill swung his club back, and took a one handed shot, vaguely targeting the hole. He wasn’t quite sure where the ball went, but his saw it go for a brief period. Bill shrugged and went back into the cart. Mathew stopped, and placed his club behind his ball. He swung forth, hitting it, and having it land continuously down the fairway, rolling and stopping, after XXV yards.


    Josh placed his club head, and positioned himself, and began to make preparations for a swing, but when he looked up, he saw two guys carrying golf bags on their backs walk across the fairway. Josh suspended his stroke attempt.


    “Those middle aged knuckle heads! Can’t they just take another damn path!” Josh grumbled under his breath. He went back to setting himself for his next stroke once they left. Finally, he caught eye of the flag, which at the angle he was at, wasn’t as clear in view due to grass and several trees blocking the way.


    Nevertheless, he took his stroke, which went the medium length of XXV yards, which he was at least pleased with. They went on with themselves, and continued onward. Jack from behind went to his ball, and with his tongue sticking half out, he swung at the medium speed he intended, and with the angle of the club intended to hit the ball after his back swing. His ball flew a dozen or so yards. Josh and Matt stopped at theirs, finally, and began to hit them At that point, Matt had a good view of the hole, where the waving red flag was, sitting on the hill, surrounded by trees. Mathew used a pitching wedge. He swung the club, and some grass and dirt flew up in the air as he hit the ball. The ball flew, and landed behind grass, just before the hole. Josh followed him. He decided to stick with his iron. Hopefully, make a clear shot onto the green. However, without much luck, after his shot, despite the quick speed and accuracy, he didn’t surpass Matt’s ball by a lot. Jack trotted up. He used an iron. He shot his. But his only went right, and couldn’t reach the grassy barrier.


    "This damn seat is poking my back. Stupid golf carts don’t have retractable seats.“ Bill said, as he drove up to his ball.


    "Why don’t I take it after you then?” Sam asked.


    “Yeah, fine. These golf cart seats are always made out of stupid plastic. Despite this being an especially big golf cart, it’s still too damn crammed anyway.” Bill said.


    "Where do we have to go now?“ Sam asked.


    "Well my ball should be in one of these places. How about you take the cart and I’ll stop it here and look for my ball.” Bill said.


    “Alright.” Sam replied.


    Bill stopped the cart, and Sam moved over to take his place. Sam drove to his ball, and stopped. He could now see that flag in plain view. Bill finally found his ball, which was sitting just of the side, in the shade. Bill got out his pitching wedge, and hit the ball. It flew XXI feet, landing into the damp tall grass around the green. Matt and Josh continued walking as, two men in business suits walked by. One holding what appeared to be a cop of coffee. Matt and Josh each glanced at them, not simultaneously, but took turns. Sam had his pitching wedge. He made his shot, and his went close to the same distance, but off more to the side, and hit a bump, bounced off, and rolled finally nesting itself into a damp patch of grass. Mathew was ready for his next shot. He chose a pitching wedge to hopefully make his ball reach the coveted green. With a swift, yet calm shot he landed the ball onto the green. Josh stuck with an iron. He charged his club into the mushy grass, and smacked his ball onto the green as well, slightly further than Matt’s. Jack went next, and hit his which fell into the tall wet grass. Sam and Bill followed.


    “Hopefully I can make this on the green.” Sam said.


    He chose to use an iron due to his weak swing. He calculated the distance, and then made his shot. To his triumph, it landed on the green. Bill was next to take his shot. He hit it with an iron with a quick speed, but to his luck, it went directly up in the air, and landed down onto the green. They both walked up afterwords. They could see that there were several people on the green. A guy in a leather pilot hat holding a sheet of paper, and two other guys just picking up their golf bags. Samuel approached them as he walked onto the green.


    “Hello, sir! Do you know how to get to the first hole?” the guy in the pilot hat said, holding the piece of paper which he showed was a map to Sam and Bill.


    "Yeah it’s over that way.“ Sam said, pointing over the man’s shoulder, where the vast spread out grass was.


    "Can you tell me the quickest way to get to the first hole?” the guy in the leather hat said.


    “Well which hole do you want to get to? Make up your damn mind!” Sam said.


    “The second hole, sir. Are you sure it’s the red flag?” the guy in the pilot hat said.


    “Yes, I am.” Sam said.


    “Alright, thank you sir, I’ll get a move on.” the guy in the leather hat said, as he walked off.


    The other two guys picked up their golf bags and followed. Samuel took off his hat to wipe the sweat off his bald head. Matt and Josh took their
    places onto the green for their next putting competition.


    “Alright, Matt. Let’s see if you can peg out the ball.” Sam said.


    “That’s croquet.” Matt answered.


    “I was joking, you imbecile. Alright, let’s go.”.


    Matt walked in front of his ball, and made his first on green stroke. The ball rolled down, and missed the hole by about half a foot or so. Matt went in for his next stroke. The ball still missing the hole. He cautiously made his next stroke, which this time, rolled toward the hole and stopped, hanging on the very edge of the hole. One final more putt, and he finished III over par.


    Succeeding his putt, of course was Josh. Josh hit a slightly more straight putt, which still ended missing, and going the same distance. As he made his stroke, Jack hit his ball onto the green with his pitching wedge. Sam saw it as he looked behind him, as it barely missed him.


    “Jack! Will you watch it!” Sam yelled.


    Josh’s next putt rolled even closer to the hole, a couple inches away.


    After another putt, it was in, and he finished II over par. Jack went next for his putt, hoping not to screw up. His ball was on the very edge of the green. He made his stroke which aligned correctly with the hole, yet ended up passing it, and rolling quite a distance away from it. Jack had to turn around and hit the ball from the other side. It was slightly uphill. He didn’t manage to get it. He tried for another. It went past it, but halted a few inches away. Finally, with another stroke he finished V over par. Bill went next. He made a shaky and unbalanced putt. The ball slowed halfway from where he hit and where the marker was, yet ended up speeding up and going left of the hole due to the green’s slope. He made yet another unsuccessful and slow putt. The ball rolled towards the hole, and went around. He went again, pushing the ball almost, as he was going up against the hill. He made a shorter putt, yet ended up missing it. He was frustrated. After a final putt, he finished tying Jack, V over par. Bill then finished his cup of coffee, and walked back to stand with the rest of the men.


    And lastly, Sam went up to putt his ball. He was familiar to all the struggles that come with putting. Before he began, he calculated any difficulties he might come across. There was little wind. The grass wasn’t very wet. He didn’t think there would be too many other disruptions to his putt in terms of anything to divert his attention. There were no sounds of birds, or the clanking of metal golf clubs as someone threw a golf bag on their cart. Before Sam knew it, he already made his quick putt, which to his surprise went straight toward the hole as if it were to go in. But due to the curve of the green, the ball sped up. Due to the steepness of the green just before the hole, ended up falling over the hole as appose to falling into it. His heart level went up. The ball went a ways longer after that, and stopped just off the green. Sam made another attempt. He hit the ball again, but it ended up being one of his less prepared putts. It went to the left of the hole, traveling VIII feet.


    Sam went again, jostling the ball, making it go several feet and stop before the hole at the range where a professional golfer would be able to tap it in after that. Sam however, wasn’t so sure. He didn’t have much confidence unless it was within just inches of the hole. To his luck however, he did make it in, and he finished IV over par. Sam got all his stuff together, and began to get a going for the next hole. He got into his cart, as the rest of them followed along.


    “Alright! We’re done! On to our next hole! Tally ho, men!” Sam said.


    Every jumped onto the golf cart as he got a move on. Sam departed from the № IV hole, and toward the white flag that lay before him. Sam drove down the pathway surrounded by oscillating sprinklers. He finally parked his cart at the tee of the № V hole. There lay the white flag, waving XXV yards away. There was a small pond next to the hole. Aside the fairway laid an assortment of different trees, including palm trees. The hole was a par IV.


    "I hope I can get the same par as the guys.“ Bill said.


    Samuel stepped out of his cart as the other guys got off. "Alright! At last! Numero quīnque! Mathew, of course, you may do the honors. Go first.” Sam said.


    Mathew got up and grabbed his driver. He hit the ball, and it landed XII yards from the green. An accomplished stroke by Matt. He picked up his tee, and left. Next was Josh. He hit his ball, and his veered to the right, and landed roughly XV yards from the green. Jack went next. He grabbed a
    IX iron, and set up for his stroke.


    "I’ll pretend I didn’t see him grab a IX iron.“ Bill said. Jack hit the ball, and it flew IV yards.


    "It’s difficult to pretend when he made a shot like that.” Sam said.


    Sam got up to make his stroke at the hole. He hit it, it went a decent distance, and landed short of the location of Josh and Matt’s. Bill followed,
    hitting his, which landed a yard near Sam’s. Sam and Bill got in their carts and drove up to their balls, and parked on the side of the fairway.


    “Y'know, Sam. I was wondering.” Bill said.


    “When somebody makes a poor stroke, and they then have to make a recovery stroke, no matter tremendous the recovery stroke, how importantly does the stroke before affect whether the player wins the hole or not?”, "It can affect it quite a lot.” Sam said.


    "Really?” Bill said.


    “Yes really. Once they make the bad shot, the ball could land anywhere from onto a rock, a giant leaf, or the back of a snail shell. That could deeply affect how the recovery stroke preforms.“ Sam said.


    "So it really comes down to inches, doesn’t it?” Bill said.


    “It really does.” Sam said.


    Matt stood a ways before the green. He didn’t want to lose to Josh. He aimed for his next stroke, practicing several times before he made his official stroke, and hit the ball. The ball fell just short of the green. His face turned to anger, with his brows furrowing over his blue eyes. Josh went after him. He made his stroke. Which looked like he didn’t put much effort into it, however he made every precaution to not screw up. To his satisfaction, it landed on the green. Josh got another triumph. Jack was behind everyone, as he figured out his next stroke. Josh and Matt were by where Sam and Bill were standing. Sam got out his phone to check any texts or voice messages updating him on the case. When he looked back up, he saw something that caught his eye, and brought him into a brief state of high alert. “Hold on! What’s going on here?” Sam said. Bill looked up as well to look at what he was seeing. “What’s he holding?!” Sam said. Sam saw a man a distance away from him holding sharp object with red stains on it. He was a dark skinned man, wearing shorts and sandals, and a white shirt with a straw hat. Bill then saw exactly what Sam saw. “You there, sir! Can I speak to you?” Sam said, as he approached the man. The man didn’t change where he was standing. “Sir! Can I talk to you? What are you holding! Sir!” Sam said. The man slowly got more aggressive in his appearance the closer Sam walked to him. He saw then it was a machete. Finally Sam stopped.


    “Sir, what are you doing?” Sam asked.


    “What? What do you mean? Dude, I’m just doing the job for Brandsworth.” the man said.


    "Sir, can you put that down?“ Sam asked.


    The man took several steps closer to Sam. Sam began to reach for his gun that was sitting in his holster under his shirt.


    "Sir, stay there!” Bill said. The man stopped.


    “What are you doing with that?” Sam asked.


    “It’s just a machete, man. What do you want?” the man replied.


    “Why does it have red stains on it?” Sam asked.


    “What? I was just doing what Mr. Brandsworth told me to do. He wanted me to fix up the Grand Tournoi Green or whatever you call it. I’m cutting the low fruit off the trees. I was cutting the pomegranates off.” the man answered.


    Sam looked behind the man to see several pomegranate trees in the background.


    “Sir, I strongly recommend you put down your machete. I just want to see if you’re here to cause any trouble.” Sam said.


    “What do you want, man? Do you work here?” the man asked.


    “Um. Yes I do. Now can I have a close look at what is on you so things don’t get complicated?” Sam asked.


    “Yeah, as you wish, man.” the guy said.


    He put down his machete. Sam walked close to him to see that he was wearing a small tag on his shirt that indicated his employment at the
    golf course. He looked at his shorts, and the pockets on his shirt, and walked away from him.


    “Are you sure you’re just here to tend to the course?” Sam asked.


    “Yes sir.” the man said.


    “Alright. You be on your way then.” Sam said.


    Sam waited as the man walked away into the trees on the course. Josh and Matt watched it all as it occurred.


    “That man was holding a machete and not a kitchen knife, like the one that killed Collin Patterson.” Josh said.


    “Yes, I know. I suppose there’s not much to say about that guy. I suppose he has no involvement in the murder.” Sam said.


    The suspicious looking, machete wielding man continued walking in the distance, as he walked to the other side of fairway. Sam watched him as he went on his way. He saw him cut off fruit off of apple trees and plum trees. Sam continued to watch him as the man eventually disappeared into the distance. Sam took it as a chance to get back to golf. Se he got ready for his next stroke. Jack finished his stroke as it went past them.


    “What was that about?” he asked Josh and Matt.


    “It was nothing. Just some weird guy with a machete. Sam got it over with.” Josh said.


    Sam made his next stroke, and hit it several feet forward, landing it just before the green. Bill made his next stroke with his iron, making the
    ball fall directly in the water on the right, making a splash.


    “No! Not in the damn water!” he yelled.


    Josh started to sprint toward the green, with his golf bag on his back.


    He stopped short, and got out his putter for a chance at beating Matt.


    The green, spread out and plain, yet with somewhat of a chaotic and asymmetrical layout was afoot of Josh. He positioned his club, and tapped the ball, missing the hole. Josh looked slightly aggravated. He was sure he could make the putt. Mathew walked silently from behind him, and used a putter to make short, brisk stroke onto the green. Jack made another attempt, missing the green. Sam used his pitching wedge to shoot his onto the
    green. Matt was in a slight state of panic. He angrily twitched his right arm. He looked up to see Josh, standing at the hole, looking back
    at him, with a foul look of disdain. Bill walked up to the pond where his ball lay under the water at the very edge. He stepped into
    the edge of the water, and drew his club back, firmly grasping his pitching wedge in frustration, and hit it a couple feet out as water splashed out. He walked out, with his shoes getting slightly wet. He walked up to his ball to make his stroke. He missed the hole off by an inch or more. Josh waited for him to look away from him. Josh then walked up, and hit his ball, missing it as well, as it fell to the other side of the hole where Matt’s lay. Matt watched everything as he made his putt. Josh began to whisper remarks to him under his breath as he walked back slightly. Matt went again, and ended up over shooting just by a little, and ended up missing the hole. Josh went next, and hit his in with a par. Matt made another putt, which went a couple feet, yet still didn’t go in. Matt made one final tap in, and finished I over par. Jack finally his on the green, with an iron. His relatively far stroke made it so he landed it closer to the green than Josh and Matt’s even. He held his hand up, saying “Yes!”. Bill tried to get the diagonal stroke relative to the water and the white flag which was required in order to have a chance at having the ball land safely onto the green. He luckily did make it land on the green. Sam putted his ball. Not much of a shot was made. He ended up missing by quite a distance. He went for another go at it, but with no luck. Bill had the challenge of his his ball up the hill. He hit it, and it went right up, and right back down where it started. Bill went again, smacking it like he was a jockey hitting his race horse. The ball went a foot past where he intended. Sam made his next stroke, which went a straight steady distance into the hole. He happily picked up his ball and walked off. He finished II over par. Bill after II more frustrated puts, hit his in, finishing IV over par. Jack made a series of failed puts. One way too far to the left. Another rolling down the green and bouncing. After struggling multiple times, his finally fell in, and he finished IV over par. Everyone gathered back to where the golf cart was parked. “Alright! It’s over! We’re done! On to the next hole!” Samuel said. Everyone got on, as they left the № V hole. Sam drove a straight and short distance down the same stone pathway which lead to the № VI hole.


    As he was driving by, he saw a man walking by with his hands in his pockets. “Get your hands out of your damn pockets!” Sam yelled.


    The man quickly took his hands out of his pockets in slight confusion. Sam parked before the tee of the № VI hole, where down the fairway, was a blue flag. The hole was XXXV yards away from the tee this time. Unlike the № V hole, the fairway was flat, and absent of trees. There was no bunkers, or water around the fairway either. So if anyone hit their ball of the fairway, it would be visible, and not fall into any sand or water. Everyone else, except Bill got out and picked up their golf bags and placed them down onto the grass. The hole was a par V. Mathew pulled out his driver, and began to walk up to the tee. He swung his club back in forth to warm himself up. Mathew made brisk, quick yet calm drive off the tee. The ball flew straight, and with a steady acceleration, landing XVI yards down the fairway. Josh walked onto the tee, as Mathew finished his swing. Josh was holding an iron. Josh had the advantage to watch where Matt’s ball would go. Part of his success was because of how he would casually stand by, yet thoroughly analyze every move Matt would make, and every outcome the ball would meet. Josh walked up to the tee, as he made memory imposed practice swings from when he watched Matt tee off from the № VI hole. He made his stroke. The ball went the same straight, and uniform take off. The ball hit the ground, just before Matt’s, aligning with his ball. To everyone standing from the tee afar, it appeared to merge with Matt’s ball. Jack went next with his driver. And with his stroke, the ball went up in the air, and to the right, near the edge of the fairway, spinning more than accelerating, and landed half the distance of where Josh’s landed. Bill went up. He hit his ball, which flew X yards, and landed just past Jack’s ball. Sam went up next. He banged the top of his tee in the ground with his club, in a frustrated manner. He then placed his ball atop his tee, and made his stroke. The ball veered right, and landed IX feet from Bill’s. Sam and Bill moved their cart upon the fairway. The sun began to set in the sky. Josh was quickly walking toward his ball, where he saw Mathew, about to approach his. His intention was to make it to the ball before Matt. As he quickly ran up, there the balls were, sitting a foot apart. He didn’t want to have Matt hit his ball before him, because he thought he would end up hitting the ball with his club as he swung it. Josh finally reached where his ball was. As he turned his head, there stood Matt.


    “What the hell are you doing? I’m supposed to hit the ball first.” Matt said.


    “No, I’m hitting it first.” Josh said.


    “I’m supposed to hit it first! That’s how the damn game works!” Matt said.


    “No, I’m going first. If you go first, you’ll hit my ball on your downswing.” Josh replied.


    “No, if you go first, you’ll hit my ball!” Matt said.


    “Your ball’s in front mine! I can’t hit it with my club!” Josh replied.

    “No, your ball will hit mine with your ball!” Matt said.


    “What are you talking about? This isn’t pool! The ball goes up when you hit it! Do you know how physics works?” Josh replied. Sam was walking up after making his next stroke.


    “Will you both stop your damn arguing! What is all this crap about?” he said.


    “He’s going to hit his ball first, but his club will hit mine if he does that.” Josh said.


    “I’m hitting mine first! He’s not going with how the game works!” Matt said.


    “Alright enough of this! Josh, hit your ball first.” Sam said.


    Josh got out his iron, and slowly drew back his club, and hit the ball into the roughs. Matt then went next, and hit his ball. They both glared at each other as they walked away. Sam turned around to see Jack about to hit his ball in his direction.


    “Jack! What the hell are you doing! Can’t you see I’m standing right here?” Sam said.


    “But I thought you’re not supposed to look up when making a stroke.” Jack said.


    “At least tell warn me when you’re gonna hit it!” Sam said.


    Jack made his stroke, which went XIV yards. Mathew made his next quick stroke with his pitching wedge. The ball leaped up, and landed into the roughs. Bill made his next stroke, which didn’t fly very far, but after landing, ended up rolling past Jack’s ball. Josh struggled with his pitching wedge, trying to get the ball out of the rough. Sam was able to reach his ball as far as Josh’s was. Bill hit his again, tearing the grass and dirt from the ground as he did so. Jack made a poor and thoughtless smack of his ball, making it roll several yards. Mathew tried to decide which club to use. After everyone else began finishing their strokes, he decided to grab an iron to get his ball out of the roughs. To his success, he did, and it landed on the soft, and relatively flat green, with the exception of a shallow rut on the right of green where there was a small puddle. Josh was able to get his out as well, to Matt’s disappointment. Jack made two more strokes with his iron, both of which failed to go in a straight line. Sam set down his golf bag next to the green. He looked at each of his clubs to see which pitching wedge was the least worn. As he looked, Bill drove the golf cart up from behind him. Once more, another duel vis-à-vis Josh and Matt began as both their golf balls were on the green. Mathew got his putter out, and walked directly to his ball. As he stood over his ball, his shadow just barely touched the hole. He made his stroke, attempting to get the correct direction and speed, however he ended up over shooting it, and it rolled past the hole. Josh made a cautious putt, making sure that if the ball didn’t go into the hole, it would still gain a significant amount of distance each time. Sam made one stroke causing his ball to go directly up in the air, another stroke which caused his ball to roll on the green, and then roll back off into the rough. He had to make one more before he could stably get it on. Josh was setting himself up for his next putt, as he looked at the green to see how fast he could hit it. Josh quickly looked up to see Matt placing down his ball.


    “You just picked up your ball! That counts as a goddamn stroke!” Josh said.


    “I didn’t pick up my ball. You don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Matt said.


    “You were picking it up!!!” Josh yelled. “I didn’t even touch it!” Matt said.


    “I saw you place it back down!!! Don’t you give me that!!” Josh said.


    “Yeah, you were gonna lose anyway.” Matt said.


    “What do you mean I was gonna lose?! You suck enough that you can’t even get a par without picking your ball up!” Josh yelled.


    "What the hell are you guys doing?“ Sam yelled at them.


    "I saw him pick up his ball!” Josh said. “What? What is he picking up his ball for?” Sam asked.


    “He just placed it down so he didn’t have to make another putt!” Josh said.


    “Alright, I’ve had enough of this. Both of you shut up! You’re both drawing attention to yourselves by doing this! Now either we have a
    real problem or we don’t! Did you see Matt move his ball or not?” Sam asked.


    “Yes!” Josh replied. “He’s a liar! First he tries to hit his ball into mine, then he tells me I picked up my own ball!” Matt yelled.


    “You’re the liar, and you know it!” Josh yelled back.


    “He’s the liar! First he tries to hit his ball into mine, then he tells me I picked up my own ball!” Matt yelled.


    “You’re the liar, and you know it!” Josh yelled back.


    “This is a stupid argument! Both of you need to stop wasting your time with this! We have a case we’re trying to solve, and that is the
    main importance! The game has its significance, but definitely not of any more in any way shape or form than the case we’re trying to crack! Now both of you stop this stupid nonsense! Nobody pick up anyone’s balls! Nobody hit other people’s balls! And nobody argue! Now both of you get back to playing your game in a civilized manner! Do I make myself clear?!” Sam yelled.




    “Yes, sir.” Matt said.
    “Yes, sir.” Josh said.


    Matt and Josh resumed the original putting routine with which they had undergone before. As they did so, Bill was able to hit his ball onto
    the green. Matt made another putt, which just barely made it in. Josh was able to have his go in, within just slightly less of a XI foot range. He finished I over par. Sam stood restfully on the green. Matt tapped his in, finishing II over par. Jack, after three putts, was able to get his on the green. Sam made a quick putt, which went close to the hole, but missed it. Bill hit his III feet from the green. Sam made his last putt, finishing III over par. Jack made a slow putt, which hardly went anywhere. Bill made two putts, struggling to get the correct alignment of the green. Jack made two more, and finished VI over par. And lastly, was Bill. Bill made a quick putt, which rolled, gained speed, and then slowed down and stopped a decent distance before the hole. He made another putt, screwing up his previous one, making go to the left. After one more putt, he finished V over par.


    “Alright I think I’ve had enough. Why don’t we all go back to the Brandsworth estate, and Officer Daniel Lakesman can pick you guys up and take you home.” Sam said.


    Everyone nodded. And with that, the final hole was completed. The college students hopped on, Bill walked in, and a weary Sam began to drive back. He turned his cart around, and proceeded south. He went down a narrow brick path, and then turned back onto the main stone path that they went on before. They drove past all the holes. They drove past all the guys in fancy business suits and gold watches, and past all the people just showing up, loading up their carts. He turned off the path, and onto the grass, and began driving down the side of the original fairway they first went on, and past the very first tree they saw on the golf course. Sam drove down the dampened grass, and reached the lobby where they first walked in. Sam parked his cart near a giant parking lot next to the building, where other golf carts were. They all grabbed their stuff, golf bags and all, and walked into the lobby. A guy with a grey ascot was at the counter, talking to the man who worked there. Two other men were beside him as they talked. A guy wearing a business suit and tie, and the other with a slightly more casual wardrobe for the type of golf course it is.


    “Yeah, well y'know you never see people like that anymore! People who are stupid enough to give you too much money.” the guy in the ascot jokingly said.


    “Yes, I agree. It’s people like that who like to ruin their lives.” the man behind the counter said.


    “Thanks to my security, anyone who enters my house now will get shot to pieces thankfully.” the man responded.


    “Let’s hope no more of those poor people try to linger here!” the guy in the business suit said.


    Sam didn’t stand for very long, and went to the man behind the counter as they left.


    “Yes, sir. What can I do?” he said.


    “Nothing sir, I’d like to pay for that club on the wall.” Sam said, pointing to the RSi II iron sitting on the wall.


    “Alright, sir.” the man said. “Will you take my credit card?” he asked.


    “Yes sir.” the man answered. He handed him his brand new club, which Sam then put into a big bag that he handed him. Sam then walked towards the exit.


    “Alright, well looks like we’re done for the day. You guys will wait at the Brandsworth estate obviously, until Officer Daniel Lakesman will pick you up. There’s nothing else for you guys to do today. You’re both free to hang out around there for awhile while you wait. And then once that’s done, Bill and I will drive back to our homes.” Sam said, as he stood next to the door of the exit.


    “Sounds good, Sam.” Bill said.


    “Well is there any other future jobs we have then?” Matt asked.


    “I’m afraid not. Not for now.” Sam said, “Not until duty calls. I still have some work to do with the law enforcement, but aside from that, even for me, there’s not much else. So that’s it.” Sam said.


    Everyone stood by the door. “I’m gonna go call Daniel now, and he’ll get the message to pick you guys up.” Sam said, as he walked away from the exit and got out his phone. Everyone stood there for awhile. They all looked around, to see all of the expensive stuff that was on the walls. Trophies, giant clocks, and miniature statues. Everyone stood there for awhile, as time continued to go by. Sam had got out his phone. It took him several calls to get him to respond. Finally, he answered. “Hello, Officer Lakesman, we’re getting a move on. Time to get the guys.” Sam said. “Alright. I’m on it.” Officer Daniel Lakesman responded. “Not to hurry you, but we’ll be waiting.” Sam said. “Of course, sir. I’ll get to it a soon as I can.” Officer Daniel Lakesman responded. Sam hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. "Alright, looks like we’re gonna go now.“ Sam said, pushing the door as he slowly walked out. Everyone else followed him as he did so. They all walked into the parking lot, and toward where the large Lincoln Town Car was parked. "Alright. Each of you put your golf bags in inside the trunk. Matt, you first.” Sam said. They each one by one, put their golf bags inside the trunk. Sam and Bill then put both theirs in. Sam slammed the trunk, and began walking toward the driver’s side, as the college students went into the back seats. Sam turned around, and began to drive out of the large parking lot, full of cars, where all the B.M.W.s and Mercedes, and Jaguars were parked. Sam left the parking lot and turned left, and drove back through the neighborhood where the Brandsworth estate was. After several minutes, he arrived. He punched in the code for the door, and he drove in, parking his Lincoln Town Car at the end of the driveway, next to the big mansion.“Alright, looks like we’re gonna go now.” Sam said, pushing the door as he slowly walked out. Everyone else followed him as he did so. They all walked into the parking lot, and toward where the large Lincoln Town Car was parked. “Alright. Each of you put your golf bags in inside the trunk. Matt, you first.” Sam said. They each one by one, put their golf bags inside the trunk. Sam and Bill then put both theirs in. Sam slammed the trunk, and began walking toward the driver’s side, as the college students went into the back seats. Sam turned around, and began to drive out of the large parking lot, full of cars, where all the B.M.W.s and Mercedes, and Jaguars were parked. Sam left the parking lot and turned left, and drove back through the neighborhood where the Brandsworth estate was. After several minutes, he arrived. He punched in the code for the door, and he drove in, parking his Lincoln Town Car at the end of the driveway, next to the big mansion. The maid, Ms. Everson was standing outside to greet them. “Hello, men. It’s nice to see all of you again.” she said. “Hello. It’s good to be back. We were all visiting the Brandsworth Grand Tournoi Green.” Sam said.


    “Oh. Did you all enjoy your brief stay there?” Ms. Everson asked.


    “Yes, we did.” Sam said.


    “Is there anything I can do for any of you?” she asked.


    “No, I think we’re good. It’s been a long day. I’m glad we can head back to our homes soon.” Sam said.

    “It’s quite an interesting case we have.” Sam said.


    “Yes. I know. We have a guy who was running in a hurry. He stumbled on his way back. He wore shoes that were a size XII. His shoes were cleats. He also must have had easy access to the mansion or else he wouldn’t have taken the kitchen knife. It’s also likely he didn’t just get into altercation with Collin Patterson, but rather it was premeditated, or else he wouldn’t have went all the way to take the kitchen knife with him.” Josh said. “I agree. It’s likely it was premeditated. But we still have yet to know everything.” Sam said. “What shoe size is Henry Brandsworth?” Josh asked. “He’s a size XI.” Sam said. “That’s close to what I measured. However. That doesn’t mean it was him. Do you know anyone who’s a size XII who goes here?” Josh asked. “Yes. I think Mr. Brandsworth is a size XII.” Sam said. “And does he have cleats?” Josh asked. “I don’t know.” Sam responded. "Is there anything else that you have to tell us, Josh?“ Bill asked.


    "Not really.” Josh said.


    "You’re a freshman, aren’t you Josh?“ Sam asked.


    "Yes.” Josh responded.


    “What institute do you go to?” Sam asked.


    "I go to ΔΣΩ.“ Josh said.


    "And what do you study?” Sam asked.


    “Forensics.” Josh said.


    “Good then. Nice to know that’s what you’re doing.” Sam said. “Do you think Officer Daniel Lakesman is gonna be late?” Bill asked. “Not sure. He said he was a little busy.” Sam said. "Do you know the name of the groundswoman who witnessed the man at the greenhouse the evening Mr. Patterson was murdered by any chance?“ Josh asked. "Yes I do. Her name is Ms.Laurie.” Sam said. Josh turned his face to Ms. Everson. “Do you know if she’s currently here right now?” he asked. “I think so. Her shift doesn’t end for a couple more hours.” Ms. Everson said. “Alright.” Josh said. Josh walked away from the group. Sam and Bill resumed their conversation. "Hopefully when Officer Daniel Lakesman gets here, we’ll be able to finish for today. Not quite sure when he’s coming.“ Bill said. "He should arrive shortly. You know, I didn’t care for Mr. Brandsworth’s golf course, but after going there, it is quite a nice place, and it’s a surprisingly vast, and well taken care of place.” Sam said.


    "Yeah. In fact, Mr. Brandswroth makes a good portion of his money off of his golf course. He did pick a good place. Although I didn’t like the place very much several years before he made it into a golf course. It wasn’t a particularly good looking park. It’s nice he tended to it to make it much nicer and less ugly looking.“ Bill said. "Yeah, he does know how to establish a good business. He definitely is rich enough to have all of the designing and layout as well as the maintenance workers and servants there.” Bill said. Josh started walking toward the foot of the mansion where the door was. Just as he was walking, he saw a woman walk out the door. He saw her name tag which said “Laurie”. “Hello. May I speak to you for a second and ask you a couple of questions?” Josh said. “Yes, of course.” Ms. Laurie responded. “I’m not a detective. I’m just a student who’s assisting detectives. But can you show me the exact place you were standing when you saw briefly saw the man standing inside the greenhouse?” Josh asked.


    "Yes. I was standing here.“ she responded.


    Ms. Laurie walked over towards where the shrubs and flowers were. She pointed to a stone step that was next to a statue of a bird. Josh took an orange rock out of his pocket and placed on the stone step where Ms. Laurie pointed.


    "And are you sure you saw a man inside the greenhouse?” Josh asked.


    “Yes.” she answered.


    “Alright then. I’m done asking questions.” Josh said. Josh then looked at the greenhouse.


    He saw the door was closed. Josh then began to walk over to where Sam and where everyone else were standing.


    “Oh hello, Josh. What is it?” Sam said. “Do you have any measuring tape inside your car?” Josh asked.


    “Actually, I do. It’s inside the trunk with the other stuff.” Sam said.


    “Yes. Good.” Josh said. Sam unlocked the trunk for him. Josh walked towards the car, and got out a roll of track field measuring tape. He
    closed back up the trunk, and walked back to the stone step with his orange rock on it, and placed down the track field measuring tape
    and walked back to the stone step with his orange rock on it, and placed down the track field measuring tape. Josh then walked back to where Sam was.


    "Do you know how many feet away the body was from the door of the greenhouse?“ Josh asked.


    "V feet.” Sam answered.


    “Do you also have any rope or string?” Josh asked.


    “Yes, I do have some string in my trunk.” Sam said.


    “Good.” Josh answered as he walked toward the car.


    “Josh, what are you doing?” Sam asked.


    “Trying to verify if something isn’t true.” Josh said.


    Josh grabbed out a spool of string before Sam could lock up the trunk again. Josh then unrolled some string, and lined it up with the stone where the orange rock was placed. He placed the spool at the wall of the mansion, and began walking parallel to the greenhouse. Once he was clearly past the greenhouse, he let go of the string, and stopped. Josh then picked up the measuring tape, and walked towards the greenhouse. He turned
    the doorknob to find out it was locked. He then measured the length of the door of the greenhouse. He then took out a small notebook and a pencil from his pocket, and started to write on it. He then placed his measuring tape down on the right side of the door, and began walking back towards the mansion. then took out a small notepad and a pencil from his pocket, and started to write on it. He then placed his measuring tape down on the right side of the door where the door frame met the opening, and began rolling the out the measuring tape as he walked back towards the mansion carefully, trying not to step on any flowers. He stopped back at the string, and took notes once more. He then tour off a piece of shrub, and put it on the ground where he stopped the measuring tape, and then walked back. He picked up the measuring tape, and went back towards the stick.


    He then measured again from the stick, to the step where he placed his orange rock. After taking more notes, he walked back to the greenhouse, this time measuring the left side of the door, where the frame was. He rolled the measuring tape down as he walked back in a straight line. He stopped at the string, took notes, then turned left and measured from where he stopped to where the orange rock was. He then took a calculator from his pocket, and then divided distances that he measured which formed right angles. He then got all of the ratios, and then used the arctangent function on each of them. Finally, he walked back to Sam and the rest of the guys.


    “Josh, what are you trying to do?” Sam asked.


    “Looks like I got my answer finally.” Josh said.


    “What are you talking about?” Sam said.


    “I measured the lengths approximately from where the witness Ms. Laurie was standing when she allegedly saw the man standing inside the greenhouse, to the door of the greenhouse, and inside where approximately the man was standing. And here’s what I’ve been able to verify. I made y the point where the man allegedly was. I made x the point where the witness was standing. The question being, is it possible that she could’ve even seen anyone from that far away and at that angle. I made point A the left side of the door of the greenhouse, and point B the right side. Point E is in line with both point x and point A, making a right angle. I made point F where point B and point C meet. I made C the point where x meets with B. Using the arctangent function on the ratios, I’ve been able to verify that it was possible to see a man standing with just a few feet from the entrance of the greenhouse. And I have the math here to prove it, which I’ve written down.” Josh said.


    He then said what he had written down on his notepad, pointing to each formula as he spoke.


    “Point y is visible from point x if m∠AxE >m< (yxC) > m(∠Bxf). Not visible otherwise. m(∠ AxE)= arctan (d(AE)/d(xE)) d(AE)= d (DC)= 41’ . m(∠ AxE)= arctan (41’/3.5’) ≈ arctan (11. 71) ≈ 85.12°. m(∠yxC)= arctan (d(yC)/d(xC)) d(yC)= d(yD) + d(DC)= 5’+41’= 46’. m(∠yxC)= arctan (46/8 )= arctan (5.75) ≈ 80.13°. m(∠BxF)= arctan (d(BF)/d(xF)). d (BF)= d(DC)= 41’. d (xf)= d(xE) + d(EF). d(EF)= d(AB)= 4’ . d (xF)= d(xE) + d(AB) = 3.5 + 4 = 7.5’. m(∠BxF)= arctan (41’/75’)≈ arctan (5.47)≈ 79.64°. Since m(∠AxE)> m(∠yxC)> m(∠BxF), y is visible from x. Now what this does is rule out that it is impossible to see somebody standing in the greenhouse at the point where the witness is. In other words, it’s possible that what she said was true.” Josh said.


    "That’s a nice little calculation you made there, Josh. And you did possibly make a more credible witness, however you went to so much trouble because of your lack of view inside the greenhouse.“ Sam said.


    "Look, I didn’t see anyone else do it. Do the math yourself if you don’t believe me.” Josh said.


    "I suppose I could. I haven’t done anything of that sort in awhile anyway. But it’s quite later in the day.“ Sam said.


    Bill pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time. "What are you doing tomorrow?” Bill asked.


    “Nothing really. I’m going to a gentleman’s dinner tomorrow at VI PM. But aside from that, nothing is really planned. My friends are going to
    be there. Do you care to come?” Sam said.


    “I suppose I do. It would be nice to meet again with my friends as well. Besides, I’m not doing anything tomorrow any immediate reliance.” Bill remarked.


    Sam saw a fast moving police car head up toward the gate. “As a matter of fact, it looks like Officer Daniel Lakesman’s vehicle is coming right now. No wait! That looks like Police Commissioner Charles Beaton’s vehicle!” Sam said.


    The police vehicle quickly rushed in, and screeched to a halt in front of Sam, Bill and the gang. Officer Charles Beaton anxiously got out of the car, and hurried toward Sam.


    “Sam! You have to see this! This has to be one of the most important pieces of information yet!” he said.


    “What? What?? Tell me what’s going on.” Sam said. Police Commissioner Charles Beation pulled out a document.


    “I have the will written by Mr. Brandsworth’s wife. Read the part of the testament.” he said.


    “To my son, Collin Patterson, I give you all my wealth, and all my belongings.” So?“ Sam said.


    "Didn’t you know that Lisa Brandsworth controlled half of what Martin Brandsworth’s income was? That’s half of Mr. Brandsworth’s money that was intended to go to Collin Patterson.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “So? But Mr. Brandsworth disliked Collin Patterson. What’s the meaning of this, man? ” Sam said.


    “It means that a very very good portion of Mr. Brandsworth’s money would go to his stepson. According to what the law enforcement has given me information about, they have been having numerous court disputes over who inherits the income.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Well then who’s taking the estate?” Sam asked.


    “If you look down, you’ll get your answer.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. Sam read the rest of the paper.


    “You can’t be serious. You’re saying Collin Patterson was to inherit the estate as well?” Sam said.


    “That looks to be the case.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “I knew it! That’s what happened! Mr. Brandsworth did it so Collin Patterson wouldn’t get seizure of the estate and half the wealth.” Josh said.


    “But this can’t be the case.” Bill said.


    “It’s quite obvious. Look at the letter he send to Collin Patterson. And look at the footprints. Nobody could’ve also been as clumsy as such a fat man as Mr. Brandsworth to plow up so much dirt. Remember, he was holding a knife. Not to mention that conversation overheard by one of the witnesses about that woman Mr. Brandworth was talking about, who wanted to meet Collin Patterson inside the greenhouse. It’s all so clear. He was pissed off that someoneout of his own bloodline would live in the estate after he dies. So he came up with a clever plan. He used Henry Brandsworth as a setup. He made Henry Brandsworth hold the kitchen knife for whatever reason unbeknownst to him that it was for the purpose of his fingerprints. He told Collin Patterson about how Chelsea Easterling wanted to meet him alone inside the greenhouse. Once he left, he stayed in the mansion for awhile, put on his latex gloves, got out the knife, and being the literal backstabber he is, sneaked into the greenhouse, and stabbed Collin Patterson when he wasn’t looking. He then clumsily hurried back, and then placed the knife under the mattress of Henry Brandsworth’s room.” Josh said.


    "You also have to realize that Henry Brandsworth could’ve been the one to have committed the murderer, and Mr. Brandsworth was the one who came up with the whole scheme, and directed Henry Brandsworth to do the work for him.“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    "It’s also possible that Mr. Brandsworth made one of the servants commit the murder.” Matt said.


    “But the point is, Mr. Brandsworth is guilty of murdering Collin Patterson, despite whoever was the one holding the the knife. Mr. Brandsworth thought he was so clever. He thought nobody would ever guess it was him, with the fingerprints of Henry Brandsworth being on the knife, and him having no fingerprints of his own on the weapon. And having the knife placed in Henry Brandsworth’s bed.” Josh said.


    “Yes. That is the truth. It’s blatant. And ugly. But it’s the truth.” Sam said.


    “Justice must be brought.” Bill said.


    “Yes. We must arrest him. However, I don’t want any ordinary arrest. I want there to be a more elaborate and creative way of arresting him for our ultime point culminant. Let us all meet day after tomorrow at VIII O'Clock at the Brandsworth estate. I will describe everything when we get there. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton will come with us, along with Officer Daniel Lakesman and another Officer.” Sam said.


    “That sounds good.” Matt said.


    “Well, I guess I’m in, Samuel. I’ll be ready to assist your next move in the case.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Good. Then we now know what our main priority is. Let’s all head home now and get the proper amount of sleep.” Sam said.


    As they finished talking, another police car showed up. It was Officer Daniel Lakesman who drove in, parking next to Police Commissioner Charles Beaton’s car.


    “Well looks that’s your ride, men. And I’m done for the day as well. I’ll drive off with Bill now.” Sam said.


    Officer Daniel Lakesman walked up, almost as if he was he was ignorant of what was going on. He noticed that they all started heading back to
    their vehicles, and weren’t talking.


    “What’s going on?” Officer Daniel Lakesman asked.


    “Major Break.” Sam said, as he walked back into his car.


    “Get in already!” Officer Daniel Lakesman said, as he rushed the college students into his police cruiser.


    “Couldn’t you have given the college students a little more into the case?” Bill asked.


    “Not at this point, Bill. It’s been busy day. They’re young. They don’t need all the information we have.” Sam said.


    And with that, they all began to leave. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton drove out first, following him was Officer Daniel Lakesman, and lastly Sam and Bill went out. And the day came to a close, with the sun setting, darkening the city after the long chaotic day.
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    On the morning of Wednesday, Sam and Bill drove into the Brandsworth estate. The sky was dark and filled with clouds.
    “Well looks like there isn’t much activity.” Sam said. “Good. Do you have all of the equipment?” Bill asked. “Yes. Of
    course.” Sam said.


    “And are you sure it’s enough?”, “Yes I am.”.


    Samuel slowly drove up the driveway, and parked his car between the mansion and Rush Falls. Both of them
    had full steaming cups of coffee in their cup holders. Samuel wiped off the fog with his windshield wipers.


    He took a drink from his cup of coffee, and got out, with Bill doing the same. Sam looked around to see no one
    walking around the mansion.


    “I don’t see Police Commissioner Charles Beaton anywhere. He should be showing up now.” Bill said.


    “Yes. He should be showing up in just a couple moments.” Sam said.


    “And following him after should be Officer Lakesman.” Bill said.


    “Yes. He should be here quickly too.” Sam said.


    “Who is the other officer who is assigned with us?” Bill asked.


    “I believe it’s Officer Jacob Feinburg. He is one of the younger officers who just got recently employed into the force.” Sam said.


    “I hope that he’s not some cowardly man. I hope he is one of the strongest.” Bill said.


    “Actually, he has had the utmost training in combat and target practice. He is definitely one of the toughest of officers
    to take the job. We shall never have any cowardly cops or constables commissioned in the civil city of D.C..” Sam said.


    “I don’t suppose any of the servants are capable of contacting Mr. Brandsworth about any events that take place here.” Bill asked.


    “I don’t believe they are. He doesn’t seem to be informed of any of the actions that we’ve made that have taken place
    here within the last several weeks.” Sam said. “Tell me what the summary is with Mr. Brandsworth. When do you expect he is most likely to show up today?”, “Well typically he comes home at V or VI O'clock. However, it can vary. If we’re lucky, he’ll show up at IV PM. However, the man is definitely a hard working businessman, and will often work long hours, even until VIII O'clock. Even on Fridays, he will work late, and show up at home until much later. So it’s not clear when he will show up, but it’s around those times.” Sam said. "And what about his wife? What’s the likelihood she shows up?“, "His wife works as a hostess at dinner parties, and when she’s not doing that, she is supplying goods for Mr. Brandsworth in his office. She often comes home late as well.” Sam said. “What if Mr. Brandsworth shows up at III O'Clock? Will we have enough time then?” Bill asked. “Yes. We should. Again, he probably won’t, but that would mean we would be able to complete this much faster.” Sam said. “All of the suspects and witnesses have been questioned by law enforcement?” Bill asked.


    “Yes. All of the work in that area has been completed.” Sam said.


    “Good.” Bill said.


    “Our first step to succeeding in this collaborative charade is to have everyone show up on time. And hopefully Police Commissioner Beaton will hurry up.” Sam said. “And look, there is he is now.” Bill said, as he pointed to his vehicle as it drove up to the gate. “And thus the end of Mr. Brandsworth is nigh.” Sam said. Police Commissioner Beaton drove up, and parked just to the left of Sam’s car. “Samuel, good to see you!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. “Police Commissioner Charles Beaton! You’re late! The reason you’re late isn’t because you were sleeping in, is it?” Sam said. “How could I? This case has been way to important for me and in my thoughts for me to sleep in.” he said. “When are Officer Lakesman and Feinburg to arrive?” Sam asked. “They should be showing up just any minute I hope.” Police Commissioner Beaton said. The clouds began to break apart from each other in the sky, as sunlight peaked through.


    “It sure is quite a nice view here, with the waterfall and everything.” Sam said.


    “Yes, it quite is.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “We could set up some chairs and a table here, and eat outside.” Sam said.


    “Yes, we could. I haven’t been working outside lately, so it would be nice to do that.”, “Well luckily
    what we’re about to do is going to take place outside for the whole day.”, “Knowing you quite well, Samuel,
    I have an idea of what you’re method will be to arrest Mr. Brandsworth.”, “Well keep guessing. It’s
    probably quite different than whatever you’re thinking.” Sam said.


    “It’s finally good to complete this. I’ve been waiting for a long time to get justice.” Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton said, tapping his night stick against the wall of the mansion.


    “Indeed. Mr. Brandsworth is not going to be expecting it.” Sam said.


    “How should the weather be today?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    “It should be quite good today hopefully. No rain or anything of such that will interfere with our work.”, “Good.
    I hear that Mr. Brandsworth is an especially quick and agile man. Luckily, I’m quite prepared in case he
    tries to make a run for it.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “It’s more likely he’ll pull a muscle than pull a fast one.” Sam said.


    “Ah, look. They’re finally here.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton pointed, as he saw the police car
    of Officer Daniel Lakesman.


    “Good. Looks like they weren’t that far behind you.” Sam said.


    Officer Lakesman parked his car from behind Sam and the Commissioner’s, and all the college students hurried out.
    "Good! You’re all here!“ Sam said.


    "Hello, Sam. I’ve got them all.” Officer Daniel Lakesman said. All the college students stood as they
    looked around, and began to retake all their surroundings.


    “Why do you guys look so confused? Wake up!” Sam said.


    “What are we here to do?” Matt said.


    “What do you think we’re here to do? We’re here to complete the final act in the case.” Sam said.


    “But what’s our roll in it?”, “I will explain it once everyone has shown up.”,


    “You mean the officer? Who is it?” Josh asked.


    “Officer Jacob Feinburg. He should be here within the next couple moments. He’s only showed up here
    twice a few weeks ago. So he shouldn’t have forgotten the route in which to get here. Even people
    who’ve never been here are well familiar with the location of the neighborhood of Mr. Brandsworth.
    If you live in D.C., you know the area.” Sam said.


    “We can be quite sure he will show up. I’m sure he’s happy to come here once more and
    assist us. He’s our next person to join the team.” Bill said.


    “So how long will we be here?” Josh asked.


    “It will depend on when Mr. Brandsworth shows up. That could be any time between III and VIII I
    suppose. So all of you are expected to be here V hours at the least.” Sam said.


    “But this won’t be a problem with any of you. All of you are doing this for a reason.” Bill said.


    Sam and Bill peered their heads up as the final police car pulled up. Sam clapped his hands.


    “Félicitations à vous, Officer Feinburg. You finally did it.” Sam said.


    Officer Feinburg pulled up to the gate. Despite being able to find the place, his car sat there for several
    moments. He was puzzled on how to punch in the code for the gate. “Oh come on!” Sam said, “Don’t tell me
    he forgot the damn code! Don’t make me walk all the way over there!” Sam said.


    After about a minute or two, Officer Feinburg finally punched in the right code, and drove in. He parked
    behind Officer Daniel Lakesman’s car. He walked out toward the group.


    “Hello, I’m here as all of you requested.” Officer Feinburg said.


    “Hello! I’m Samuel.” Sam said, as the Officer approached him.


    “Samuel! That’s you? You look like quite the wealthy man like Mr. Brandsworth himself!” Officer Feinburg said.


    “Oh, no! Me and Bill here are of quite the quaint class.” Sam said.


    "And who are these guys here? Are these the college students? They’re not of any hindrance to your
    assignment are they?“ Officer Feinburg asked. "What? No! They’re one of the most important
    assistants in completing our case. They’ve been part of this case almost as long as I
    have.” Sam said.


    “Very well then. So how long do you expect me to be here?” he asked.


    “Until VIII O'Clock at the latest, sir.” Sam responded.


    “That is quite a long time, sir.” he responded.


    “Hey! What does he mean when he says we’re a hindrance to the assignment?” Jack said.


    "I know sir, but that is possibly how long it is going to take. It could take all day. I have had cases
    like this in my career, when it requires all day for me to be present in an arrest.“ Sam said.


    "I am here to do the job then.” Officer Jacob Feinburg said.


    "Will we be able to take breaks?“ Matt asked.


    "Yes, all of you can take breaks, but I demand that it only be for a few minutes, and two of you must be present at
    all times.” Sam said.


    "Do you know if Mr. Brandsworth will show up early?“ Josh asked.


    "He might. But it’s not likely.” Sam said.


    "Alright, now that everyone is here, we can begin our main objective. Obviously, we’re here to arrest Martin
    Brandsworth. We all of course are at least somewhat familiar with what he looks like. He’s about XI feet
    plus an inch tall. And he’s rather round and lumbering to say the least. I might also say just quickly
    that Henry Brandsworth was released yesterday from authorities, and he apparently wasn’t at the
    estate at the time the murder occurred, according to Henry Brandsworth himself, and all of the
    witnesses who were there. I have collaborated a scheme on how to catch Mr. Brandsworth. I have
    equipment in the trunk of my car that I will give each of you. For breaks, you can go to the
    Brandsworth lobby.“ Sam said.


    "I really want some Raisanettes. Do they have them there?” Jack said.


    “Yes. I guess. They should. Now then, I will briefly speak to the other officers and give a summary on what
    our technique will be for arresting Martin Brandsworth. While I’m doing that, why don’t the three of you
    go to the Brandsworth lobby for V minutes. When you come back, I will explain the entire scheme in
    great detail. Now, all of you can go to the lobby.” Sam said.


    “That’s good. Because I really want some Rasianettes.” Jack said.


    The college students walked off through the Abor Atrii, and over to the lobby. They pathway grew darker
    as they walked through.


    “I like how we’re able to be a part this exciting case. And how we’re also able to see it end.” Matt said.


    “I know. It’s pretty awesome. I’ve always wanted to be part of an investigation.” Josh said.


    “Do you think it will end in a shootout?”, “That depends on if Mr. Brandsworth has a gun or not.
    But that would be sweet if it did.” Josh said.


    They finally approached the Brandsworth lobby. Matt went up to the counter and got a cup of ice tea. And Jack got
    his Raisianettes from the machine. Everyone sat down at a table.


    “Do you think Mr. Brandsworth killed him for revenge?” Jack asked.


    “I don’t know. We know that he was doing it so he wouldn’t inherit the estate, but if it was also to get back at him, I
    don’t know.” Matt said.


    “I mean, it’s possible. He did seem to hate him. There could’ve been something that he did that we don’t
    know about.” Josh said.


    “But what?” Jack said.


    “A number of things. He obviously didn’t seem to like him being there. And I bet it drove him mad to know
    he would inherit his house.” Josh said.


    "I bet he likes to eat a lot.“ Jack said.


    "Yeah, he probably has a big tub of butter under his desk at work.” Josh said.


    “He probably brings a lot of snacks to work. He’s so fat, I wonder how he can even fit through the
    doorway of his own house.” Matt said.


    “I don’t know, his doorway is pretty big.” Jack said.


    “That’s probably why.” Matt said.


    “What sort of equipment by the way, do you think they’re going to make us use?” Jack said.


    “It must be something involving equipment to help catch Mr. Brandsworth. Like maybe police equipment.” Josh said.


    “Yes, but what?” Jack said.


    “Something that will assist the arrest of him. There is obviously some staged scheme that is to be
    undergone, with multiple steps I assume, so whatever equipment that will be appropriate in that, he might use.”
    Josh said.


    “I guess it’s finally time then, to arrest the man. I wouldn’t have assumed that he would’ve done it.” Matt said.


    “I don’t know, I kind of always had a sort of suspicion toward him. I suspected he might have done it.” Josh said.


    "Do you think they’ve finished talking, and we can go back?“ Jack said.


    "Yeah I suppose so. Not quite sure. Let’s go in a couple minutes.” Josh said.


    They sat there at the table for a few moments later. Jack with his Raisianettes, and Matt finishing his tea.
    Finally, they all got up, Matt threw away his tea, and finally they all headed back. They all began walking
    down the pathway, the three of them. Matt, Josh, and Jack with his Raisianettes. As they walked out of the
    Abor Atrii, they saw there was a rope sitting on the ground that was tied to two trees that were on either
    side of the of the entrance way. Sam was standing next to Police Commissioner Charles Beaton and the other
    officers as they approached.


    “Ah! You’re all back! Good!” Sam said.


    "I see you left a rope on the ground.“ Matt said.


    "It’s funny you mention that, because that is part of the next phase of our scheme. I want all of you to pay
    close attention to every word that I say to each of you, because you are all about to take part in a
    delicate plan, that if you screw up, will endanger yourselves and everyone else here, and will
    demolish the very structure of my scheme. You are all about to get your first taste of what it’s
    like to catch a criminal. Your jobs are to act as surveillance for us and the police. When
    Mr. Brandsworth arrives, I want all of you to have your eyes on him for the arrest.
    I want all of you to know exactly where he is, and exactly where he is going. From
    all of the evidence we have obtained, the footprints being the same as Martin Brandsworth’s,
    and what the witnesses have said about his presence at the time of the murder, and how he
    lured Patterson into the greenhouse, and the information regarding the will, and the letter
    Mr. Brandsworth sent to Patterson, we can now confirm, that without a doubt, that absolutely
    positively, that Martin Theodore Brandsworth is indeed the one who murdered Collin Patterson.
    That is why you’re all about play a key part in arresting him. Mr. Brandsworth drives a black
    Aston Martin Vanquish. The license plate says "BRANDS” on the back of it.“ Sam said. Samuel handed
    each of the college students radios, and a pair binoculars.


    "Here are the radios you will all use to communicate to each other. I want all of you not to speak loudly into
    them. I gave you each a pair of high resolution binoculars to track when Mr. Brandsworth is coming. Each of
    you are to hide behind the bushes you see to the right of me. The one closest to me will be the one Josh
    and Matt will go behind, to watch for Mr. Brandsworth. And the one over on the right where the end of
    the mansion is will be the one Jack will hide behind. Jack should have a good view of anyone heading
    from the east. And Matt and Josh should have a good view of the gate. Jack should have a good
    view of anyone heading from the east. And Matt and Josh should have a good view of the gate. Me and
    Bill and the other officers should have a good view of anyone heading from the west. I have left
    some Slim Jims, and some sandwiches and water bottles in my trunk in case anyone gets hungry.
    However, I stress that none of you hardly ever take any breaks. Each of you are to communicate
    with your radios, and inform each other, as well as me and Bill and the police officers what
    type of activity is going on. You can clip the radios to your pants. I want all of you to be sharp on
    your senses. All of you must watch for Mr. Brandsworth, to see if he could be walking by. If you see
    a fat man in a business suit, you must instantly inform everyone in the radio. If you see a small black
    sports car, instantly say something, because that could be the very car Mr. Brandsworth is driving. Now
    then. You all have a long day ahead of you. And hopefully a lot of time to catch him. That is why I am
    now to explain what the rope is for. You may see that the rope is tied to two trees on either side of the
    entrance pathway. If you look down on the entrance path, you will see two loose double knots with an open
    knot that I have tied. Inside the two loops, you will see a two smaller loops. If you look at either one of
    the trees at which the ropes are tied to, you will see two rope ends. Depending on which you pull, will
    determine which loop closes. When back at the tree, if you pull the left rope, the small loop will close.
    If you pull the right rope, the big loop will close. Now Mr. Brandsworth is not the most aware or observant
    man you would find. Especially after a long tiring day at work. He is likely to look straight ahead, and
    lumber his way toward his front door, unaware of the ropes that are not clearly visible below him.
    Your jobs are to pull the left ropes on either tree at the exact moment Mr. Brandsworth steps into
    the smaller loops. Pull as hard as you can. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton and I will take the
    tree on the left, and Josh and Matt, I trust you to take the tree on the right. Now then, once the
    loops are closed around his ankles, pull the right ropes immediately. The ropes will move up, and
    close around his thighs. And that my friends, is when Mr. Brandsworth is to fall to the ground,
    and Police Commissioner Beaton will come to make the arrest, and take him away. Now I must
    stress, that you do not ever, and I mean ever, tell anyone besides the very people who are
    standing with me right now about the operation we are about to undergo. And you must definitely
    not ever, at all, let any of the servants see you. If they see you, they could possibly call Mr.
    Brandsworth, and he will know of the scheme, and our whole entire case could be for nothing.
    Do not stick your head far up over the bushes. Be wary of every person that leaves the mansion.
    All of you should be far enough away from the front door to not be seen in the dark shelter
    behind the bushes under the trees. Me and Bill, along with Police Commissioner Charles Beaton,
    and Officer Daniel Lakesman, and Officer Jacob Feinburg will be on the other side, facing
    the left side of the mansion, out of view from the entrance gate of the estate. Remember,
    at the exact moment, pull the left rope. Run at that very tree I am pointing at, once
    Mr. Brandsworth is close enough. Other than that, never be seen. Ever. Matt, do I
    make myself clear?” Sam said.


    “Yes.” he responded. “Josh, do I make myself clear?”, “Yes.” he responded. “Jack, do I make myself clear?”, “Yes.”
    he responded.


    And with their binoculars and radios, they slowly walked toward the bushes where they were told to take cover.
    “Now then officers, is there any drinks you want?” Sam asked.


    “No, sir.” Officer Lakesman said. “Very well then, let’s all get a move on toward our objective.” Sam said.


    Sam patted Josh on the back, nudging him away as they all walked off.


    “Now I suppose I am in for another cup of coffee before I begin this. Make that three. What about you, Bill.


    Do you need coffee?” he asked.


    “No, I am good right now. Don’t let it run out though.” Bill said. Samuel heard a car coming as his direction
    turned to his car. The car was heading west, toward rush falls. As Samuel heard the car, he quickly turned
    around to look at it. The car was moving by only fast enough for him to tell it was a small black coupé.


    “Dammit no! Who is in that damn car!” Sam said.


    Everyone else turned around. The car was already speedily moving away. “Josh! Catch the number of the car! Run
    dammit! Don’t let him get away!” Sam yelled. Josh thew down the binoculars and bolted, hurling himself at full
    force toward the fountains, his feet hitting the stone with minor cracks, as he galloped through the fountains,
    water hitting his shirt and pants. He blinked relentlessly, his eyes catching more water than a view of the car.
    He finally hit the lawn ahead, bits of grass and dirt flying, as he wrecked the ground beneath him, finally
    sliding, and breaking to a halt, as he caught the closest glimpse he could before it went away. He shook off
    the water, and wiped off a grass stain on his shoe against a leaf sitting on the ground. Josh walked back to
    Samuel.


    “Well? Did you catch the license plate number, Josh?” Sam said.


    “No, unfortunately I couldn’t catch much of it. I just saw an F or an H, or something like that.” Josh said.


    “Fine. Very well then. I suppose that wasn’t him. Move on your way now. We have little time to waste.
    Behind the bushes, Josh. We need you to see everything, man.” Sam said.


    He picked back up the binoculars and radio, and wiped the water off his face with his arm. “That damn car better not
    have been Mr. Brandsworth. But it’s too late. I suppose it wasn’t him anyway. Officer Charles Beaton, is your
    radio working?” Sam said.


    “It seems to be fine sir.” Police Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Speak into it.”, “There, do you here me?” he said, as he spoke up to the mic. “Very good. Matt, can you hear me?”,
    “Yes sir, I can.” Matt answered.


    “Josh, what about you? Can you hear me?”, “Yes sir.”, “Jack. Can you?” he spoke. “Yes.” Jack answered.


    “Good. Everyone’s radio is working.” Sam said.


    “And now everyone can report to us anything of importance.” Bill said, over the radio.


    “How do you two officers hear my voice?” Sam said.


    “Quite well, sir.” they answered, speaking into the radios.


    The college students all sat there, amongst the trees in the Abor Atrii, as they sheltered themselves behind
    the bushes. They could each see the whole front view of the yard. Trees only blocked their view very partially
    of the front fence. Josh and Matt slowly sat down against the grass as they set the radios aside them. Jack sat
    down as well. They all got out their binoculars and began to watch for anyone who was passing by.
    Josh and Matt hunched forward, holding their binoculars, and scoped through them for any movements,
    and Jack held up his binoculars as well, searching as he ate his Raisianettes. From the view behind
    the bushes, a dim lighted area gave the view of the a green haze, and over it, the blue silhouettes
    of the trees, along with the edge of the yard, with beams of light hitting it. And panning to the
    right was the view of the fountains and the spouting waterfall. Jack was on the very far side of
    where Matt and Josh were. The bush he was sitting behind was further from the foot of the mansion than
    them, giving him a closer view of the edge of the yard.


    "Josh, Matt. Can you see the gate well? Is anything obscuring your view?“ Sam asked.


    "No, I have the clearest view of it from here.” Josh said.


    “How well can you see the gate, Jack?” Sam asked.


    “One of the trees is blocking the left part. But I can still see it okay I guess.” Jack responded.


    Sam was on the west side on the side of the house. He had the view of the greenhouse and the waterfall
    ahead of him. Just next to him was Bill. Behind them was the rest of the officers who stood there waiting.
    The officers stayed put, for the most part, after they took several trips grabbing some extra equipment from
    their cars.


    "Y'know, Mr. Brandsworth has so much money, he could make is own putting range out of his lawn.“ Matt said.


    "Yeah, he could. I would like to do that.” Josh said. “If we both had BB guns, would you make a bet?”, “What bet?”,
    “When we see Mr. Brandsworth first, whoever is able to shoot is window out first gets CCC dollars.” Matt said.


    “Yeah, I could do that.” Josh said.


    “It would be pretty cool though. Whoever wins the money. I would be having my own putting range along with
    the coolest golf clubs.” Matt said.


    “Whatev, bro. Until that time comes, what are you gonna do about it.” Josh said.


    The sun moved higher in the sky, baking the ground. A brief period of time passed.


    "Matt, do you see anything?“ Sam said.


    "No, not really. Except for a man jogging.” Matt said.


    “Is it perhaps a man in a business suit?” Sam said.


    “No.” Matt replied. “Is it perhaps a fat man?”, “No. He’s a rather trim man actually.” Matt said.


    Matt and Josh both watched the man, as he jogged westward, and then crossed the street to disappear in the background.


    “Matt, did you see him leave? Where did he go?” Officer Daniel Lakesman asked.


    “I just saw him go west, and then I lost view of him.” Matt said.


    "Does anybody see anything else?“ Sam said.


    "No, I don’t see anything.” Josh said.


    Sam and Bill both leaned at the corner of the mansion, peaking their heads through as they had a view of
    the entrance, and the ability to quickly run back out of view from anyone just exiting the building.


    “Sam, I’m glad that I could work on the investigation of another major case with you once more.” Bill said.


    “And I you.” Sam said.


    They both heard nothing from their radios, aside from occasional hissing. Officer Jacob Feinburg was sitting
    on a miniature fountain that didn’t have water run out of it. Officer Lakesman was sitting on a stack of bricks
    that was made to be a wall to keep the plants aligned. Samuel wiped sweat off his hands, and then clipped his
    radio to his belt, and began walking towards his car carefully. He opened the driver’s side door to get a couple
    drinks of coffee, and to wipe off some sweat off his forehead with a towel. He finally walked back to Bill. He
    heard little from his own ears, and saw little movement from the border of the yard. The sound of the hissing
    waters of Rush Falls, and eastern Kingbirds where the only sounds which he had grown quite used to since when he
    first came to the estate. Sam put his head against the wall of the mansion, and heard no sounds, until suddenly,
    the noise of what sounded like the front door of the mansion opening was heard. He sprung up. He then heard the
    sound of the door closing. Then, he was sure somebody was leaving it. He quickly peered his head, and then hid back
    again to see that it was one of the maids walking down the path.


    “No! It’s one of the maids! Dammit! Everyone. Don’t move!” Sam said.


    Josh and Matt crouched down, and covered the back of their heads with their hands. They couldn’t see where she was
    going. All they could hear was the footsteps of her walking down the path through the Abor Atrii. Jack got a quick
    glimpse of her. He saw her walking over to the Brandsworth center.


    “Did you see where she went?” Sam said anxiously.


    “I think I saw her walk into the Brandsworth lobby.” Jack said.


    “Dammit. What she doing outside now? It’s almost X O'Clock. Nobody move! I want you to see if she comes back.” Sam said.


    For about a minute, they continued ducking down. Then Matt suddenly moved his head up and looked over to the left. His
    view of the Brandsworth lobby wasn’t very good. And he didn’t see much. “Bill, did you see her turn onto the path?” Sam
    asked.


    “No, I didn’t.” he responded.


    “I hope that’s not where she is. I hope that she doesn’t stay there too long.” Sam said.


    “You can make them head back to us I guess.” Bill said. “Are you kidding? No! She could come out at any moment!”.


    Finally, the college students heard a slam from a door far away, and several moments later, they heard the
    footsteps again. Josh and Matt continued to crouch down, with their heads touching the bushes. For what
    felt like several more minutes, they kept hearing the sound of her walking. As they heard the footsteps
    loudest, Josh peaked his head to his right to see her walking up to the door.


    “I think she’s gone.” Josh said.


    “Good. At last.” Sam said. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton walked forth to Sam.


    "I hope that she doesn’t come back.“ Sam said.


    "Do you know if she saw any of them hiding?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Do you know if she saw you?” Sam asked in his radio.


    "No, I never saw her turn to look at us.“ Josh responded.


    "Would she have been able to see them?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “You tell me. They’re pretty well hidden there.” Sam said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton peered his head from behind the corner of the house.


    “No, doesn’t look like I can see them at least. All I see is darkness from that far away.” he said.


    “Good. I hoped as such.” Sam said. Sam spoke into his radio.


    “None of you moved I hope.” Sam said.


    “No, I didn’t.” Josh said. “Nor did I.” Mathew remarked.


    “How many servants are walking throughout the estate right now?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked Sam.


    “At this hour, I’d say X if you include the cooks.” Sam said.


    More time passed, as they continued monitoring all activities that took place.


    “Josh, Matt. Do you see anything?” Sam asked.


    “No, I just see two people jogging.” Josh answered.


    “And what about you Jack? What do you see?” Sam asked.


    “Just the same thing as the other guys.” Jack responded.


    “Jack! Why does it sound like you’re eating Raisianettes?” Sam said.


    “Um. I’m not eating Raisianettes.” Jack said.


    “Looks like they already left. I just lost sight of them as they ran behind the view of the trees” Sam said.


    "Mr. Brandsworth thought nobody would figure him out. He thought he could get away with this. Now our time to capture him
    draws closer.“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    "Indeed. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.” Sam said.


    “I like the elaborate plan you constructed. It would be of my most excitement to see it come into play.”
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “The servants of course have been informed that we were coming today. Has Mr. Brandsworth?” Sam asked.


    “Yes. He has. He expects us to be here now. And for us to leave.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “But the surprise is on him. He expects us to leave at V O'Clock. But that’s not what’s gonna happen.
    We will stay right where we are until he shows up.” Sam said.


    "Sam, do you think Mr. Brandsworth will figure us out before he gets us, and try to out smart our plan?“ Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    "No. He’s not a very cunning nor smart man. He’s probably focusing too much on his business to figure us out.” Sam said.


    "You know the black Jaguar F Pace when you see it don’t you?“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    "Yes, of course. It’s possible that we’ll be seeing his wife’s car arrive soon after as well.” Sam said.


    “What are we to do if she shows up before Mr. Brandsworth? What’s the likelihood of that?” he said.


    “She hardly ever does. When she’s at Mr. Brandsworth’s work building, she’s always supplying food and
    materials for everyone. Mr. Brandsworth uses her like his servant. She’s always the one cleaning up
    when Mr. Brandsworth is done with work for the day.” Sam said.


    “If she does arrive before Mr. Brandsworth, the only option I have is to go up to her and talk to her, and
    tell her that we’re just finishing up our investigating for the day.” Sam said.


    "I would rather prefer such an event not to occur.“ Police Commissioner Beaton said.


    Time lapsed. It was XI O'Clock. Several cars, and people passed by. Sam went to his car to eat a sandwich he
    left in the backseats inside a plastic cooler. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said, "Do you have any of those for me?”.


    "No of course not. Don’t you have one of your own in your car?“ Sam said.


    "Yes, but yours looks better. Can I have it?” he said.


    “No. The other one that I have stored in the cooler of my backseat is for Bill. Don’t you want your sandwich, Bill?”
    Sam said.


    “No. When I work in a stressful environment, I find I don’t need to eat much.” Bill said.


    "That explains why you’re thinner than me.“ Sam said.


    Sam ate his lunch, and the sun grew higher. The college students continued resting on the grass, changing
    their positions little. From lying forward on their stomachs with their binoculars out, to sitting up, and
    hunched forward. Suddenly, Sam heard the faint sound of a group of people yelling angrily off in the
    distance, east of him.


    "What the hell is that? Did you guys hear what I heard?” Sam said.


    Sam spoke into his radio. “Josh, can you hear that?”, “Yeah, I can.” he said. The noise was significantly
    louder where he was.


    “Can you tell what they’re saying?” Sam said.


    “No. I can’t.” Josh said.


    "Damn damn! Well tell me what’s going on! How many people do you hear?“ Sam said.


    "I can’t tell. The voices all sound the same.” Josh said.


    “Where is it coming from?”, “I think it’s a couple houses away from here. The sound is coming slightly more
    direct, so there must not be very much blocking it.”, “Then why can’t you tell what they’re saying?”, “The
    sound of the streets in the background, and the waterfall a ways from here makes it difficult to hear everything.”.


    Josh and Matt continued to listen, but to no success. “Matt, can you point your binoculars toward the direction of
    the sound? Tell me what you see.” Sam said. He pointed them to the left, finally settling his focus the furthest
    house he could see, and part where the line of sight stopped at the hill of the road. He adjusted the lenses of
    his binoculars.


    “I don’t see anything.” Matt said.


    “Well keep them there. Don’t move.” Sam said.


    He stood for awhile, with the noise still roaring faintly. Finally, he saw a blurry movement come from the house.
    He stood perfectly still, and saw it was somebody in a blue shirt running. He followed him with his binoculars,
    as he ran across the street, and disappeared over the hill.


    “Well he’s gone.” Matt said.


    “Who’s gone? What did you see?” Sam eagerly said.


    “I saw a guy running. But he went away from view. I couldn’t see him anymore.”, “What did he look like?”, “Just
    a guy in a blue shirt. I couldn’t tell much else. He wasn’t wearing anything on his head. He didn’t have a
    particularly bright hair color.”.


    Matt stopped his fixating on the street. “Jack. Josh! Did you catch him?” Sam said.


    “Just barely.” Josh said.


    The noise died down. “Whatever the hell that was. It’s big city. I suppose it was nothing of significance. Let’s move on.”
    Sam said to Police Commissioner Charles Beaton.


    Several more moments continued to pass, as the early morning turned into a hotter and sunnier day. Samuel heard little
    over the radios. Finally, he began to speak.


    “Matt, what do you see now?”, “Just a guy in a business suit walking by.”, “Oh is it? What does he look like?” Sam said.


    “He’s a rather thick built man.”, “That’s not Mr. Brandsworth is it?”, “I don’t know. His back is turned. Can you see
    who it is?”.


    Sam pulled out his binoculars. The man faced the fence.


    “No, that’s not him. Besides, he’s a little too thin.” Sam said.


    He gradually passed along through the sidewalk afterwords. Josh and Matt as they sat on the grass, began
    to flatten it, and while it wasn’t too damp, it began to get wetter as it was squished. They both had
    to change the positions where they were sitting in occasionally. They both scoped the roads, back
    and forth, watching everything through their binoculars.


    “Josh, I just wanted you to know, it’s been nice to know each other as long as we did. If I ever run into you
    again in college, I wanted you just to remember to tell me if there’s another case we can do.” Matt said.


    “I’ve liked the time I’ve had too. Hopefully if we do, it will be another exciting case like this. I’ve
    liked what we’ve been able to do.” Josh said.


    “I also have. It’s been a privilege to work with these law enforcement officers.” Matt said.


    "Bill, don’t you want lunch? You should be getting hungry.“ Sam said.


    "Believe me, I’m good for awhile. I had sausage and eggs for breakfast.” he said.


    “Very well then.” Sam said. Sam spoke back into his radio.


    “At least one of you blokes should eat something. Whoever is the most hungry, come over here and get something.
    Don’t take too long.” Sam said.


    "Fine, I’ll have a sandwich.“ Matt said.


    He put down his binoculars, looked every direction around him, and walked toward the other side of the mansion
    where Sam and Bill and the officers where hiding. As soon as Matt appeared from the edge, Sam threw him a
    sandwich in plastic wrap.


    "How’s it, Matt? Are you tired yet?” Sam jokingly said.


    “No, of course not.” he answered.


    “Good! Why don’t you come here a little closer. You’re too close to the front of the mansion, come further behind
    the wall like us.” Sam said.


    Mathew walked towards him a little ways.


    “It’s good nobody sees you.” Sam said.


    He ate his sandwich, and drank some water. Sam held a box. “Put everything in here.” he said.


    Mathew put what was left of the sandwich and the water bottle in the box, and Sam put the box far back
    behind the officers where several other boxes with equipment were placed. Matt then ran back to his
    spot and sat back behind the bush where he left his radio and binoculars.


    "Didn’t miss much, did I?“ Matt said.


    "No. Nothing interesting at all.” Josh said.


    The cooler air under the trees rushed toward him as he stepped out of the hot sun. The trees above managed to
    keep a good portion of the heat out.


    “Jack and Josh, you may want to eat later. Nobody comes out too soon after everyone.” Sam said in his radio.


    A roar was heard from the engine of a car off in the distance.


    “Do you hear that?” Matt said. “Yes of course. Sounds like sports car. Doesn’t quite growl like an Aston Martin
    though.” Sam said. Not shortly after, a red Ferrari zipped by with the blaring engine. The relatively silent
    neighborhood since then, suddenly shook as it sped by. "No. Not him.” Sam said.


    "There’s a lot of people probably with sports cars that screech through here.“ Bill said.


    "Of course. Not to say Mr. Brandsworth isn’t one of them.” Sam said.


    Sam turned back to pan the view of the fence and the edge of the yard. He saw a relatively skinny man in a white shirt walk
    up.


    “Hold on. Who’s that? Do you see that, guys? He’s coming right towards the fence!” Sam said.


    Matt and Josh quickly moved their binoculars toward the view of the man. The man quickly walked up to the gate, grabbed
    it, and started rattling it.


    “What the hell is that idiot doing? He’s shaking the gate!” Sam said. Furiously, and loudly he shook it. For several
    seconds they all stared as he shook the gate, as if he somehow was trying to get in. He then stopped, pushed on it,
    and then grabbed it again. Matt and Josh both had their binoculars focused on the man, as he again began to strangle
    the gate of Mr. Brandsworth’s estate. Matt and Josh didn’t move their binoculars the entire time. Their eyes dead set
    on the man. Sam peered in with his binoculars to get a quick glimpse of his appearance. The man who he saw
    bared no familiarity.


    “I need somebody to get over there and figure out what’s going on. One of you officers! Do it! Quickly.” Sam yelled.


    “Let me go at him!” Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    “No, stay back! We need one officer to do it to avoid any suspicion from anybody!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Go, man! We need you to hurry!” Sam said.


    "I’m on it!“ Commissioner Beaton said, as he walked towards him.


    The man for several seconds didn’t even seem to notice Police Commissioner Beaton as he walked into his view. There
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton could see the trim and relatively young man. Pale, with brown and slightly disorderly hair.


    "Sir! What the hell are you doing!” Commissioner Beaton yelled at him. The man stood there silent.


    “Who are you?! What are you trying to do?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I’m trying to get inside to Mr. Brandsworth.” he said.


    “What the hell do you think you’re doing!!? Do you work here?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Yes, sir.” the man answered. “What is your name?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    “Odum Clansen.” he responded.


    “I don’t recall an Odum Clansen working here! I’ve looked every person who works here, and I’ve never even seen
    such a person like you show up!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I’m new here! Let me in!” he said.


    “What do you want from Mr. Brandsworth? Tell me what you’re gonna do!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I want come over there and tell him he needs to pay me more, or else he’s gonna get the consequences!” the man said.

    “Alright, enough! I don’t want to see you here! This is private property, and if you don’t leave immediately, I will
    place you under arrest!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “No! Let me in!” the man said.


    “Sir, if I were you, I would leave at once, and to never show up here again. You’re wagering your judicial fate, now
    I suggest you silently walk away and forget everything you’re doing, or else you’ll be taken into custody.” Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton said, with a stern and threatening expression.


    “Fine then.” the man said, walking away.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton and everyone else watched as the man walked slowly away. Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton continued to stand there, watching him as he walked westward down the road. He finally
    disappeared over a hill.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton adjusted his belt, and walked back.


    “What was the meaning of all that?” Sam said, as Police Commissioner Charles Beaton approached.


    “Nothing. I don’t know what all of these people are about. It’s meaningless to me.” he said.


    "I don’t know what’s the deal with all of these idiots. They need to find something better to do.“ Sam said.


    "What a flimsy looking man. I’ve never seen that person in my databases who looked like that.” Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton said.


    “He doesn’t ring a bell for me either.” Sam said.


    “Why didn’t you go over there and arrest him?” Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    “If I see him here again, I will.” Commissioner Beaton answered.


    “He was probably a poor person looking for money anyway.” Sam said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton spoke into his radio. “Let me know if you see him walking here again.” he said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton looked at a map of the neighborhood on his phone. He searched through it, looking
    at the other houses, and addresses. He then put his phone back in his pocket.


    “What are you doing on there for so long?” Officer Daniel Lakesman asked.


    “I’m just looking around the area of Mr. Brandsworth’s neighborhood to see if there’s any places that are I might
    have gone to in my career in law enforcement that are familiar to me.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “And are there?” Officer Daniel Lakesman asked. “Looks like not.” he said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton put his phone back in his pocket. Time passed, as the college students sat there
    in the bushes. Flocks of birds flew onto the lawn, and stayed there for awhile, not noticing them.


    “Should I go get a sandwich now?” Josh said in his radio.


    "Fine I guess so. Run up here.“ Sam said.


    Josh walked up, and got his sandwich.


    "Are you too hot over there Josh?” Sam asked.


    “No, I’m fine. Everything’s good.” he said.


    “How’s your view of everything? Is anything obscuring your view of gate?” Sam asked.


    “No, I can see it fine.” Josh answered. After his short lunch, he went back to join the rest of the students. A
    few minutes later, Jack decided to ask for his turn at a sandwich. Sam gave him his okay to go on up, after he
    looked around the mansion for anyone walking by.


    “Alright, Jack here you go.” Sam said, tossing him the sandwich.


    Jack sat down on the miniature wall of bricks, stacked to keep the plants in. Sam got out his phone to look at
    the time, as Jack started eating his sandwich.


    “How’s your back holding up?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked Sam.


    “Well. Y'know. I’ve had worse days.” Sam said.


    “Same can be said about knees.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    Sam ordered Jack back to the bushes. He ran back to his spot. Matt and Jack were both sitting with their
    radios and binoculars to their sides.


    “Do you think Sam will let us change spots?” Matt asked Josh.


    “No, of course not. There’s a reason he made us sit here. Anywhere else will either leave us visible to anyone walks
    the place, or will give us a poor view of the gate.” Josh said.


    “I guess there’s no point in going anywhere. We’re going to be here for a much while longer.” Matt said.


    “Seem’s to be the case. What do you think Jack is seeing?”, “Probably nothing. He’s just staring blindly
    at the yard.”, “Jack! Do you have a good view of the road?!!!” Matt yelled at him.


    “Um. I guess so.” he answered. “Y'know, I can’t for Mr. Brandsworth to show up so we can tie him and watch
    him fall like the hog he is.” Mathew said.


    “Yeah, It would be quite funny to see that.” Josh exclaimed.


    “What do you think we should do if Mr. Brandsworth doesn’t step into the ropes though? Do you think there should
    be some other plan? Do you think we could throw tear gas canisters at him? That would really screw him up.”,
    “Yeah, we should. But do you have tear gas canisters though?”, “Unfortunately, I do not.”. One of the last clouds
    to float in the sky, a somewhat large one, passed over the sun, casting a shadow over the estate, and making
    the birds high up in the sky no longer invisible from the sun’s bright rays above them. Several small black
    sports cars over the course of time where eyed. None of them appearing to be the black Aston Martin Vanquish.
    Sam stood with his ear to the wall. He suddenly heard the opening of the mansion door.


    “Guys, someone’s coming again.” Sam said.


    “I know, I hear it.” Josh said.


    Another groundswoman appeared from the mansion door. Matt and Josh were forced to duck down again. Sam, just instantly, peered
    his head over the side wall, and hid back behind again. He saw that the groundswoman stayed at the front entrance, and
    was walking toward the bushes where the college students were.


    "Great. Looks like another one of the workers is out again.” Sam said.


    “What’s going on?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “It’s another one of the groundswomen. It looks like she’s headed towards the college students.” Sam said.


    “What? Can she see them?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “They need to do something, or else they’re gonna get caught!” Sam said, shaking his radio.


    “Well what do you expect me to do? Should I ask them to change their positions?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I don’t know! Let me see them!” Sam said, peering his head again.


    Sam could then see that the groundswoman had her back turned to the bushes where the college student’s secret spot was.


    “Her back is turned.”, “Good! Then that’s their chance to move!”, “I can’t do that, man! Where are they supposed to go?
    And how can they do it in enough time?”.


    Josh turned his head in his crouched position to see her walking around the alignments of flowers aside the mansion,
    holding a hose.


    “She’s watering the plants.” he said.


    “Is she coming towards you?” Sam asked.


    “No, it looks like she’s watering the flowers.” Josh responded.


    Sam peered his head again, and looked. He saw her watering each of the flowers, not paying attention to
    anything around her. He then saw her turn the hose off, and then walk back into the mansion. Sam turned
    back around, leaning his back against the wall in relief.


    “It’s good that she’s gone. That was too close.” Sam said in the radio.


    “what are you gonna do if she comes back to water the bushes?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    “Luckily, the groundskeepers only water the bushes once a day, around this time. And I’ve analyzed the behavior of
    the groundskeepers. And I picked a day where the groundskeepers only do the flowers.” Sam said.


    “Good. There should be days where there is better fitted schedules for this scheme. And I hoped you would’ve
    known as such.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    Officer Daniel Lakesman, and Officer Jacob Feinburg took to their police cars, and grabbed some food. Officer
    Lakesman took out a briefcase, and placed it on the bricks, and opened it up to eat his lunch which was sitting
    inside there. Officer Jacob Feinburg brought a sandwich. He sat against the wall behind Officer
    Daniel Lakesman, eating his lunch. Bill stood behind Sam, as watched him impatiently waiting for
    the arrival of Mr. Brandsworth. The sun peaked just over the roof of the mansion where they were standing.


    “Do you see that?” Sam said into his radio.


    “See what?” Mathew said, as he sprang up.


    “Did anyone see that? Wake up, guys!” Sam yelled.


    The college students all directed their focus toward the street. They saw a man in white shirt disappear behind a tree in
    the house across the street from them.


    “What is that guy doing? Can you see him?” Sam said.


    “I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. I saw him for a brief second.” Mathew said.


    “I want you guys to keep eyeing that area to see if he pops out again. Don’t miss him!” Sam said.


    Josh and Matt both watched, as they could only see the faint blur of his white shirt in the distance, disappearing,
    and reappearing. Jack got up, and leaned forward. He got his foot stuck in one of the branches below him, and then fell
    face first into the bush. Matt and Josh both witnessed him as he fell.


    “I guess that’s what you call a face-plant.” Josh said.


    Sam heard a large thud, and the rustling of bushes. “What the hell was that?” Sam said in his radio. “That was Jack. He stood up and fell in the bushes.” Matt replied. “Jack! Will you watch it, you idiot! I told you not to stand up!” Sam yelled. The man looked toward the mansion, and then turned around and went back into his house. “Good. Looks like that wasn’t Mr. Brandsworth.” Sam
    said.


    “Yeah that’s good. Now all we have to do is worry about more poor people coming here.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton
    said.


    Several hours passed. It became III O'Clock. Sam stood there, staring at the gate. The bush Mathew and Josh hid behind was about XII feet long.
    Jack hid behind a bush XIV feet long. Each bush was about III feet tall, and relatively dense. There was a period of
    time when the college students didn’t speak into their radios. Sam began to worry if they were already caught by
    someone. He had to continually speak into his radio and ask if everything was still going well. Each time,
    they responded “Yes”.


    "Well there’s still no sign of the cholesterol criminal. Looks like he’s not making an early visit.“ Sam said.


    "Not so far at least.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. Then, Sam heard what sounded to him like the sound of
    someone starting a lawn mower. He then heard several simultaneous sounds of a lawn mower starting. Sam spoke into his
    radio.


    “Guys! Looks like some guys in lawn mowers might be coming.” Sam said.


    Before he could even finish his sentence, the college students already saw two men on riding mowers turn around from the corner of the east side of the house.


    “They’re both riding on lawn mowers, and they’re coming toward you guys.” Jack said in his radio.


    The college students all crouched down. Josh peaked through the bush as they drove across the Abor Atrii, and got
    a second glimpse of them. They both drove to and fro, across le Domaine Élégante. One of them turned midway through
    the lawn, and went the other direction. The man closest to the fence went all the way through the lawn toward
    rush falls. Both of them went to and fro across the lawn, as the college students heard the loud noises of their
    mowers. The two men then both simultaneously turned in opposite directions to mow the next line of
    grass, like a paint roller. Sam was getting fed up with them.


    “What the hell’s going on? They’re screwing up everything. I can’t even hear anything else. And they’re screwing
    up our view. How are we supposed to spot the road when those idiots are going all about? They’re making it so we
    can’t see all of the passers by because they’re the ones drawing all the attention from everything.” Sam said.


    “You better not let them mow behind those bushes.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Dammit! I need to do something!” Sam said.


    Sam got up from his hidden spot at the side of the mansion, and came into view of where the men on the riding mowers were. They both wore small white caps, and a sort of semi checkered green and red pattern on their buttoned uniforms. Bill and the other officers stared with stone faces. As Sam walked toward them, he then could see the features of the two men. One man with tan skin, and a firm face drove one mower. The other man was blonder, and expressionless. Sam stood there in the middle of the lawn where the mowers were, and began to shout and grunt at them. Eventually, the two men shut their lawn mowers off. There was dead silence, as the college students couldn’t help their heads over the bushes and witnessed with shocked faces Sam standing there in front of the two groundskeepers.


    “Stop what you’re doing right there!” Sam said.


    “What’s going on?” the tan guy said.


    Sam walked closer to them. They both looked at each other, and Sam broadened his stance. “I need you both to stop what
    you’re doing right now, take your lawn mowers with you and head back to where you came from. Don’t ask me why. I am
    a contributor to this estate, and I strongly suggest that you both stop what you’re doing immediately.” Sam said.


    Sam handed them both XX dollar bills. “Here are some XX dollar bills. I want you both to head back to where you guys
    where, and not come back here, and I want you not to tell anyone of this. We can end this quickly, or the long way.
    Now I suggest that you both do as I say, or else things will not go well for both of you.” Sam said.


    They both held their dollar bills, and Sam stared them down as they sat there confused. The both of them were not the most argumentative men, and they finally decided to turn around and head back. They both lit up their lawn mowers, and pushed back toward their original place, which was actually a garage at the side of the mansion where mowing equipment was kept. The college students remained hidden as they heard the sound of the lawn mowers go. Sam walked back to the headquarters of Bill and Police Commissioner Charles Beaton, and the other two officers. “I took care of those guys.” Sam said. “What did you do?” Commissioner Beaton asked. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a problem anymore.” Sam said. “I don’t want to bother asking, but is it fair to say you melted the chocolate on the soufflé?” Commissioner Beaton asked. “You could put it that way.” Sam said. “So what now?” Commissioner Beaton asked. “Keep the college students from getting caught I guess.” Sam said.


    “And continue your job to fend off any imbecile?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked. “That’s part of what my job is.” Sam said. Three more hours passed. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton and Samuel Wasserman both stood there, as they took every hour that ticked by. “It will be a great victory once Mr. Brandsworth is arrested. I have been waiting very a long time.” Commissioner Beaton said. “As have I. I have been waiting weeks to solve this case, and to finally bring the murderer of Collin Patterson off the streets.” Sam said. “I came to this place the very first day that the law enforcement swarmed the estate for the investigation.
    There were large crowds of reporters and spectators surrounding the area before I could even get in through the gate. I had to plow my way through all of the people to get to the scene. There, all the officers were. Taking all their notes. Surrounding the greenhouse. They were everywhere. As I walked over to the scene, all of the other officers recognized me, and congratulated me for my service. I even walked into the greenhouse and saw the body of Collin Patterson myself. After I witnessed all of the blood, and gruesome wounds on his back, and it was then when I swore that I would give my full devotion to the case, and bring justice to whomever committed the murder. Furthermore, I was there to see all of the shocked faces of the people who stood outside in the streets. Some angry, some in utter disbelief. There were barricades all around the fence of the estate. Several people were losing it, and were trying to break in. There were officers outside to contain the crowds. I decided to go over there and help the other officer push away the spectators. There were people who we had to push back who were violent. There was only so many officers to push away the insane crowd. The barricades were removed the next day. That turned out to be a poor decision. One man drove by, and threw firecrackers out his car onto Mr. Brandsworth’s lawn. Since that occurrence, I have had duel purposes in this case. People have been trying to stir up trouble around here, ever since this case came into the public eye. And that idiot you saw shaking the gate earlier was probably no different.There very well could be some other idiot that could come by today, and throw firecrackers out his window. And that will give me the chance to arrest him.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. "I wish you would’ve told me about that earlier.“ Sam said. "Yes, I know. I am at fault for that. Furious, and out of control spectators and Mr. Brandsworth’s temper are our two main problems. Mr. Brandsworth has always been known for having a temper. I know you were probably not particularly familiar with Mr. Brandsworth before this case, but I was. And several people have told me this story about him. It dates back several years ago, when Mr. Brandsworth worked in a different building on the east side of the city. One early morning, Mr. Brandsworth walked into his office to see several of his things missing, and his room vandalized. There were documents spread everywhere, his appliances smashed to pieces, and curse words written all over his wall. It was later found out that several people apparently broke into the building, and robbed his stuff. Mr. Brandsworth in the absolute most fit of rage, swore that we would find whoever robbed his office, and that he would give them a serious punishment. Two days later, there were reportedly two guys sitting outside Mr. Brandsworth’s estate. Mr. Brandsworth saw the two young man, who were hanging out there for awhile, and looking at his mansion. Mr. Brandsworth in all his anger, came out of his mansion, with a XII gauge rifle, and yelled and cursed at them as loud as he could, threatening to shoot them if they didn’t get away from his property, for worry they might steal. It was only several blocks away that his ranting fell on deaf ears. Since those events, Mr Brandsworth became more known for his hot temper. I always thought of Mr. Brandsworth as quite an angry man, a person with poor control of his temper, but never did I expect he would ever be cold blooded enough to stab someone in the back, and kill them. After I found out it was him, I came to the conclusion that the only thing that would put my anxiety at ease, would be to approach the man directly, and make the arrest myself.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. One early morning, Mr. Brandsworth walked into his office to see several of his things missing, and his room vandalized. There were documents spread everywhere, his appliances smashed to pieces, and curse words written all over his wall. It was later found out that several people apparently broke into the building, and robbed his stuff. Mr. Brandsworth in the absolute most fit of rage, swore that we would find whoever robbed his office, and that he would give them a serious punishment. Two days later, there were reportedly two guys sitting outside Mr. Brandsworth’s estate. Mr. Brandsworth saw the two young man, who were hanging out there for awhile, and looking at his mansion. Mr. Brandsworth in all his anger, came out of his mansion, with a XII gauge rifle, and yelled and cursed at them as loud as he could, threatening to shoot them if they didn’t get away from his property, for worry they might steal. It was several blocks away that his ranting fell on deaf ears. Since those events, Mr Brandsworth became more known for his hot temper. I always thought of Mr. Brandsworth as quite an angry man, a person with poor control of his temper, but never did I expect he would ever be cold blooded enough to stab someone several times from behind, and kill them. After I found out it was him, I came to the conclusion that the only thing that would put my rampant anxiety at ease, would be to approach the man directly, and make the arrest myself.“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. "I too have been waiting to see this man get arrested. The fat angry wretch. Mr. Brandsworth, with all his money, and all his anger, had the courage to murder his stepson for his own financial benefits. I’m not sure what happened to those latex gloves by the way. If we could find those gloves, then that would be an even better piece of evidence. Some people suspect that he threw them in the waterfall. But no one has evidence to support that. You wouldn’t think that someone as successful as Martin Brandsworth would risk so much by killing Collin Patterson. I guess he thought that nobody would find any evidence, and would never guess that it was Mr. Brandsworth himself who committed the murder.” Sam said. Samuel then heard the opening of a door. He peered his head over the corner to see who it was. "Oh no! It’s that guy!“ Sam said. Josh instantly saw the man walk out. "No! It’s him!” Josh said. Sam quickly peered his head right back behind the mansion. “No! It’s the angry groundsman! He’s here!” Sam said. “What? Him? I knew it! It was only a matter of time before he would show up.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. The three college students all shriveled up in fear as they saw the same angry groundsman, with the same square chin and square nose, and thick eyebrows who gave them the same unwelcoming greeting. The angry groundsman looked around as he left the mansion. He suspiciously eyed the concrete in front of him, and then eyed the bushes to his right then left. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton peaked over the corner of the mansion, and saw him looking at the bushes where the college students were hiding. Josh instantly saw the man walk out. “No! It’s him!” Josh said. Sam quickly peered his head right back behind the mansion. “No! It’s the angry groundsman! He’s here!” Sam said. “What? Him? I knew it! It was only a matter of time before he would show up.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. "What? The angry groundskeeper? He’s here again? Dammit. The college students are in trouble if they’re found.“ Bill said. The angry groundsman looked around as he left the mansion. He suspiciously eyed the concrete in front of him, and then eyed the bushes to his right then left. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton peaked over the corner of the mansion, and saw him looking at the bushes where the college students were hiding. His back was turned, but he could still tell the angry manner at which he moved. "Dammit! What are we supposed to do now?” Sam said. “Don’t let him see them! Do something!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.His back was turned, but he could still tell the angry manner at which he moved. “Dammit! What are we supposed to do now?” Sam said. “Don’t let him see them! Do something!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said. "Guys! Get out of there, dammit! Run behind the east side of the mansion!“ Sam said in his radio. The angry groundsman looked carefully at the bushes, and then walked towards them.


    "Hey! What is this!?” the groundsman said.


    All the college students bolted up from their spots, and began to sprint in different directions. Matt got his shirt
    caught in the bush.


    “Dammit!” he yelled.


    He tore it from the branches, and began to flee.


    “What the hell are you guys doing here?!! I’m going to get you for this!!!!!” the groundsman yelled.


    Sam’s face turned pale.


    “Dammit! He found them! God dammit!!!!! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!!!” Sam raged.


    “Don’t let him get them!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “You damn kids thought you could hide from me?!!!! What the hell are you doing!??? What little plan is this?!!


    You sneaky little pricks shouldn’t be here on this property!!!! I have something special for each one of you!!!!


    You’re all gonna be in huge trouble when I’m done!!!!! You’re not going to get away with your little game!!!!” the
    groundsman yelled.


    Sam could see the man, as he turned to the door, and grabbed the handle, with a glow on his arm from the lights under
    the handles to make them visible at night. The groundsman ended his yelling, and through the mansion door,
    and slammed it.


    “This is not how it’s going to go. I need to stop this. I’m going over there right now.” Sam said, clenching his radio.


    The college students, bewildered, stood there scattered about. Sam marched up to the mansion door, and stood there
    at the foot of the mansion. Several minutes later, the groundsman came back, holding a piece of paper.


    “I’m going right now to file a lawsuit against all of you!!!” he yelled.


    Sam stood directly in front of him. “You’re not going to do anything! If you don’t walk back in there, and forget
    about this whole thing, you’re bare punishment from me! I’m a retired cop!!! If you don’t directly follow my orders,
    things will start to not go so well in your life. You don’t have any authority over these students! None! Now walk
    back!!!” Sam said, using his height to stoop over him, as Sam was taller than him.


    “You don’t scare me, you!!! You’re not just a weak old man who will wither away like your stupid demands on me.
    And all your stupid college student friends can suck it!!!!” the groundsman yelled.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton came around the corner, and followed Sam to the spot where he was standing.


    “The law is not gonna be on your side, sir! Now I suggest you head back!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Oh yeah? Who the hell are you! What do you think you’re gonna do?!” the angry groundsman said.


    “I’m the police commissioner of the city, and if you don’t stop now, I’m going to arrest you for disorderly conduct.”
    Commissioner Beaton said. Sam continued to intimidate him.


    “Go back now, or else! You’re not gonna win!!” Sam said. The other two officers ran from behind, toward Commissioner
    Beaton. The groundsman looked at Sam with a glare, stuck his chin up, and stepped towards him, and then turned
    around, shaking his arm. He then went back inside the mansion. The college students walked up to the foot of
    the mansion where everyone else was.


    “So what’s gonna happen now? Is he gonna come back?” Josh asked.


    “No. He’s not gonna come back. It’s fine. Nothing is gonna happen.” Sam said.


    “What does this all mean? Is this over?” Matt said.


    “He was one of my most suspicious suspects. He never sat well with me.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Are we screwed, Josh?” Matt said quietly. “I don’t know if we’re screwed or not.” Josh answered.


    “Alright look! It’s not game over yet! We still need to get Mr. Brandsworth. I’m sure all of you are tired by now.
    But we must keep going. I have spent several days on the scene when working as a Police Officer. You guys can spend at
    least one. Why don’t we all have supper. We could have a meal. And then we’ll have the energy for our final fight.
    Why don’t we order some food from the Cheesecake Factory?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.
    “What? Are you serious? We can’t do that. They don’t just deliver people food.” Sam said.


    “Not if I call in. I’m the police commissioner. If I ask them to deliver it, they’ll do it for me. I’ll call in now, and that way, us and all the college students can have food.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Guys! Get out of there, dammit! Run behind the east side of the mansion!” Sam said in his radio.


    The angry groundsman looked carefully at the bushes, and then walked towards them.


    “Hey! What is this!?” the groundsman said.


    All the college students bolted up from their spots, and began to sprint in different directions. Matt got his shirt
    caught in the bush.


    “Dammit!” he yelled.


    He tore it from the branches, and began to flee.


    “What the hell are you guys doing here?!! I’m going to get you for this!!!!!” the groundsman yelled.


    Sam’s face turned pale.


    “Dammit! He found them! God dammit!!!!! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!!!” Sam raged.


    “Don’t let him get them!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “You damn kids thought you could hide from me?!!!! What the hell are you doing!??? What little plan is this?!!
    You sneaky little pricks shouldn’t be here on this property!!!! I have something special for each one of you!!!!
    You’re all gonna be in huge trouble when I’m done!!!!! You’re not going to get away with your little game!!!!”
    the groundsman yelled.


    Sam could see the man, as he turned to the door, and grabbed the handle, with a glow on his arm from the
    lights under the handles to make them visible at night. The groundsman ended his yelling, and through the
    mansion door, and slammed it.


    “This is not how it’s going to go. I need to stop this. I’m going over there right now.” Sam said, clenching his radio.


    The college students, bewildered, stood there scattered about. Sam marched up to the mansion door, and stood there at
    the foot of the mansion. Several minutes later, the groundsman came back, holding a piece of paper.


    “I’m going right now to file a lawsuit against all of you!!!” he yelled. Sam stood directly in front of him.


    “You’re not going to do anything! If you don’t walk back in there, and forget about this whole thing,
    you’re bare punishment from me! I’m a retired cop!!! If you don’t directly follow my orders, things
    will start to not go so well in your life. You don’t have any authority over these students!
    None! Now walk back!!!” Sam said, using his height to stoop over him, as Sam was taller than him.


    “You don’t scare me, you!!! You’re not just a weak old man who will wither away like your stupid demands on me.
    And all your stupid college student friends can suck it!!!!” the groundsman yelled.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton came around the corner, and followed Sam to the spot where he was standing.


    “Paul Jefferson!!!! If that is the name I expect it to be! You will stop what you’re doing immediately, and
    turn back, or else the law will not be on your side!!!“ Commissioner Beaton said.


    "Oh yeah? You can’t do anything! You have no power!!!!” the angry groundsman said.


    ” No power!!!???? I’m the police commissioner of the city!!!! And if you don’t stop now, I’m going to arrest you for disorderly conduct.“ Commissioner Beaton said.


    Sam continued to intimidate him. “Go back now, or else! You’re not gonna win!!” Sam said.


    The other two officers ran from behind, toward Commissioner Beaton. The groundsman looked at Sam with a glare, stuck
    his chin up, and stepped towards him, and then turned around, shaking his arm. He then went back inside the mansion.
    The college students walked up to the foot of the mansion where everyone else was.


    “So what’s gonna happen now? Is he gonna come back?” Josh asked.


    “No. He’s not gonna come back. It’s fine. Nothing is gonna happen.” Sam said.


    “He’s gonna get punished if he comes back. That’s what I’ll do to him.” Bill said.


    “Yes, he will.” Sam said. “I don’t see what else there is to do now though.” Bill said.


    "What does this all mean? Is this over?“ Matt said.


    "He was one of my most suspicious suspects. He never sat well with me.” Commissioner Beaton said.
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    “Are we screwed, Josh?” Matt said quietly.


    “I don’t know if we’re screwed or not.” Josh answered.


    “Alright look! It’s not game over yet! We still need to get Mr. Brandsworth. I’m sure all of you are tired by
    now. But we must keep going. I have spent several days on the scene when working as a Police Officer. You guys
    can spend at least one. Why don’t we all have supper. We could have a meal. And then we’ll have the energy
    for our final fight. Why don’t we order some food from Denny’s?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “What? Are you serious? We can’t do that. They don’t just deliver people food.” Sam said.


    “Not if I call in. I’m the police commissioner. If I ask them to deliver it, they’ll do it for me. I’ll call in
    now, and that way, you guys and all the college students can have something to eat. Come on! It’s on me. I will
    pay for it all.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    "But sir, you’re not really gonna–“, "I am. I am going to call them right now. Everyone here, the officers, and the
    students need a brief meal. After everyone is refreshed, we can get right to capturing Mr. Brandsworth.
    I’ll call right now.”.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton got out his phone. "All of you need coffee. I’ll start with that.“ he said.


    The phone rang. "Hello! I’m calling in, I’d like to order VIII cups of coffee. I’m calling in from Greystone, at
    XXXIX IV Brandsworth Estate.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Sir, we don’t deliver food here. We only serve at our tables.” the man answering the phone said.


    "Yeah, well I’m the Police Commissioner of the city. Shouldn’t you serve me? I’ve been working all day.“
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    As soon as he uttered the words "Police commissioner”, he automatically began to recognize his voice.


    “Oh, Police Commissioner Beaton! Is that really you? Why are you calling in?” the employee answering the phone said.


    “I’m on scene at the Brandsworth Estate, along with several officers and some of my detective friends, and some
    college students, and we’ve been working all day, and we request you deliver us food.” Commissioner Beaton said.
    There was a brief silence.


    “I swear I’m not tricking you sir. We would like you to have you make a special delivery for us, we can open
    the get for you guys when our food arrives.” he said.


    “Alright. It’s quite an honor to speak to you, sir.” the employee at Denny’s said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton held his phone next to his chest. “Alright, what do you guys want? I used to
    go to Denny’s a lot. I hope you guys know it well to. Who want’s to make the first order? Jack, how about you.”
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Um. I’ll have large a steak.” he said.


    “I’m still waiting for your order, sir.”, “Alright. One large steak. Josh, what do you want? ”,
    “I’ll have two English muffins with jelly, mashed potatoes, and ham.” Josh said.


    “Alright, we need two English muffins with jelly, and mashed potatoes with ham. Matt.”, “I’ll have a ham sandwich.”,
    “Okay. One ham sandwich.”.


    "Sam, what do you need?“ Commissioner Beaton asked.


    "I’ll have some sausage and some hash browns.” he said.


    “Bill. What are you gonna take?”, “I’m not gonna have anything.” Bill said.


    “Oh come on! You need to have something!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Alright, fine. I’ll have smoked ham sandwich with Swiss cheese.” Bill said.


    “Alright, sausage and hash browns, and a smoked ham sandwich with Swiss cheese.” Commissioner Beaton reported.


    “I’ll have a turkey sandwich myself. You two guys! What do you want?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said,
    looking at Officer Lakesman and Officer Feinburg.


    “I’ll have a ham sandwich.” Officer Feinburg said.


    “I’ll some ham, and salted hash browns.” Officer Lakesman said.


    “Alright. A ham sandwich, along with a plate of ham, and salted hash browns. And add a hot cup of water.” Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    There was another brief moment of silence.


    “Alright, sir. I have taken all the orders. We should hopefully be getting the crew to deliver your stuff, sir. It
    should take XXV minutes.” the Denny’s employee said.


    “Alright, don’t take too long. We have people waiting as you know.”. Commissioner Beaton hung up.


    “Alright, men. Well now that we got that out of the way, I suppose that we now have to find a way to pass the time.”
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    "What do you expect us to do then?” Josh said.


    “I expect everyone to return to their original spots. College students, that means go back to your hiding
    spots, and everyone else can follow me back our hideout aside the mansion.“ Police Commissioner Charles
    Beaton said.


    "Where do you expect us to eat?” Bill asked.


    “There’s a stone table over there in the Abor Atrii. We can use that.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.
    Sam and Bill and the two officers, Officer Lakesman, and Officer Feinburg walked back to the mansion’s side.
    The college students walked back down to the bushes. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton stood there, staring
    at the glowing door handles. He then finally started slowly walked across to the other side of the house,
    with his arms crossed behind his back. The eve of day had begun to draw nearer.


    "Not sure what I would’ve done if Commissioner Beaton wasn’t here. I have had to throw myself in my many
    awkward situations, and many a time, Commissioner Beaton would save my ass.“ Sam said.


    "I know. He’s pulled me out of deep quicksand when ever I’ve been in it.” Bill said.


    “So do you think those college students are mad at us? They’re probably tired of us making them sit there for hours.” Sam
    said.


    “No. They like what they’re doing. It was intended to choose people who were enthusiastic about the job.” Bill said.


    “What do you think Commissioner Beaton’s doing? If he stays there too long, people could get suspicious again.” Sam said.


    “I don’t think that will happen. He’s an authoritative figure, and even at this hour, nobody’s gonna be suspicious for
    too long.” Bill said.


    “Yeah I suppose. He’s probably just checking to see if that wretch is gonna come back.” Sam said.


    “I guess that’s what he’s doing.” Bill said.


    “Oh look! Here he is now.” Sam said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton came around the side of the house, and walked up to Sam and Bill, and then rested
    himself against the wall.


    "Is my stake here yet?“ Jack said in his radio.


    "No, it isn’t here yet! You couldn’t even last V minutes!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    "I can tell you I’m gonna like it when I can lay in my bed again and rest my aching back.“ Bill said.


    "I think we all want that. Except for the college students.” Sam said.


    An approximate quarter hour passed. A white van approached the gate. “Who’s that? I hope it’s not those damn kids
    with those firecrackers!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “No, you idiot! That’s our dinner!” Sam said.


    “I certainly hope so. I’m gonna go up and find out myself.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    He started jogging towards the gate. The van didn’t move, and no one got out. Once he was at the gate,
    the window of the van rolled down, and a man with a Denny’s uniform was seen inside driving.
    Commissioner Beaton was happy to see what he saw. He punched the code on the inside to open the
    gate.


    “You’re here! Yes! Finally! We’ve been hoping for all of you to do it!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Your food has arrived, Commissioner Beaton.” the man said.


    “Please! Just call me Charles.”, “Really?”, “No! Of course not! I’m the police commissioner of the damn city!”.


    The van drove in, and the man stepped out and brought out the food. Several other Denny’s waiters were there
    to hand them out.


    “I guess we can walk over to deliver the food.” the man said.


    “Yes! Come come! You’re all welcome here! Just follow me. You can come out of hiding now, dinner is here!” Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton said, tilting his head back toward the bushes behind him.


    The driver handed a steaming styrofoam box to Police Commissioner Charles Beaton.


    “Here’s your food, sir.” the man said.


    "Greatly appreciated, sir.“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    The college students ran out of the bushes, and onto the driveway. Sam and Bill ran out too. "Dinner, man! Dinner! It has finally
    arrived!” Sam said, jogging.


    “This should be yours.” Commissioner Beaton said, handing Sam a box.


    The other two waiters came and went, carrying the boxes with food Police Commissioner Charles Beaton went over to his
    car and grabbed a blanket, while Bill the two other officers, and the college students where handed their meals.
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton went over to his car and grabbed a blanket, while Bill the two other officers,
    and the college students where handed their meals and the cups of coffee. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton set
    a bright white blanket over the stone table in the Abor Atrii, and afterwords everyone else came over to the
    table and placed down their food. And there was the table of VIII. Sam, Bill, the two officers and the gang
    sat down in shadows of the Abor Atrii, with the interlocking roof of branches and leaves above them.
    The light from the setting sun shined through the trees, and onto their banquet.


    “Alright. Now to the last meal before we capture Mr. Brandsworth.” Sam said.


    The two officers sat and joked with each other, and the three college students spoke of the recent
    events going on the campus. Sam began eating his sausage and hash browns.


    “How’s your steak, Jack?” Sam asked.


    “I haven’t eaten it yet.” he said.


    “You were complaining about it all this time, and now you’re not eating it?” Sam said.


    “Is it good to finally be off the grass, and to be sitting on some hard stone?” Sam said.


    “I guess.” Josh said.


    “Nice to have some back support from these stone benches, isn’t it, Bill?” Sam said.


    “Yeah it is. It lacks the cushioning though.” Bill said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton put both his hands in a cup of warm water, and splashed it on his face,
    and wiped the water off with a towel. Bill sat there with his sandwich in front of him.


    “Bill, why don’t you eat your food?” Sam said.


    “I don’t know.” he responded.


    “You should start eating it.” Sam said.


    “Alright then.” Bill said.


    Everyone started eating their meals. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton was standing up, pacing
    with his turkey sandwich in his hand.


    “Commissioner Beaton, why don’t you sit down?” Sam said.


    “I’m afraid I cannot. Not with the possibility of Mr. Brandsworth showing up.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton stood with his back turned to the table, and ate his sandwich. “You picked a
    nice spot to eat, Commissioner Beaton. You really have a good eye for scenery.” Sam said.


    “Actually, when I first came here, I found this place quite unpleasant.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton stood there with his back turned to everyone. Not even loud bursts of laughter
    would make him stir. He continued to stand, fixating himself on the portentous gate. The somewhat brief
    supper was drawing to a close. Sam put his napkin on his table, leaning back.


    “Well, it’s been good we could all eat here. I think I’m done.” Sam said.


    “Yeah, looks like I am too.” Bill said.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton rolled back down his sleeves, and straightened out his uniform.


    Everyone without speaking, got up and took all the remaining utensils and boxes, and each lined up
    to throw them in a trash can which Police Commissioner Charles Beaton got out.


    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton made a gesture at the college students telling them to go back to the bushes. Everyone
    briskly, yet silently went back to their places.
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    There was a nervous tension in the air, as they drew to the final hour of their act. Commissioner
    Beaton stood cold, watching the gate. Well over an hour had passed where there was silence from
    everyone. Suddenly, Sam began to speak in his radio.


    “I think hear an engine of a sports car. I know we have had countless false alarms before, but I want you guys
    to be fully alert, as this is the time of day when Mr. Brandsworth is most likely to show up.” Sam said.


    A moment later, a small grey Fiat drove down. “I guess Mr. Brandsworth’s going for the entrée moins impressionnant.” Sam
    said.


    Sam spoke into his radio. “That wasn’t him, but Matt, Josh. You know exactly what to do when Mr. Brandsworth walks
    in don’t you? Someone answer.” Sam asked.


    “We both pull the left rope when Mr. Brandsworth steps in the small loops, and then the right one afterwords.” Josh said.


    “That’s correct. And me and Police Commissioner Charles Beaton will pull the ropes on the other side. This is the
    time to be most vigilant! I hope those cups of coffee you all drank did you some good. Because you’re going to
    need to need your fullest readiness, and reaction time. This could be the final hour where we have the arrival
    of the big marshmallow man.” Sam said.


    “I know it’s been a long day, guys. But this close to the end. We need all of you to pay every ounce of attention
    to this.” Bill said.


    Sam turned to the two officers. “I of course need you guys to be our backup for Police Commissioner Charles Beaton
    in case Mr. Brandsworth tries to run away. You guys are going to act at once if the situation occurs?” Sam said.


    “Of course sir. That’s what we’re here to do.” Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    “Good good. Now, students. You have your binoculars out, don’t you? I want you guys at this hour, to inform me
    of everything you hear or see, that indicates the possible arrival of Mr. Brandsworth. Keep your radios close
    to you of course, and make sure your lenses are optimally adjusted for your view of everything.” Sam said.


    “My view is good. I have everything perfectly in focus for the most part.” Josh said.


    "Good, man. Keep it up.“ Sam said.


    "I think I hear something now.” Matt said.


    “What is it?” Sam said.


    “Do you hear it? It’s a car coming from the west.”.


    A silver sports car drove out into view from the trees. “I see it now! Hey! Is that a Pagani Huayra? It makes sense
    to see one is such an extremely wealthy neighborhood like this, but I’ve never seen one in person! Is that
    it?” Sam said.


    The car began to slow down, and pull up in the driveway of the mansion in front of them.


    “No, that looks like a Ferrari.” Matt said.


    “Damn. I was tricked. I really hoped it was one.” Sam said.


    A tall, trim man in a business suit stepped out of the car. As he walked up to the mansion, the door
    opened and two of his small kids ran up to him and gave him a hug. There was a brief view of his wife
    as he walked into the mansion with is kids, and the door closed behind him.


    “If it weren’t for those damn curtains, we would be having a glimpse of what the lifestyle of a high brow
    family is like.” Matt said.


    “I know. I wish I could live in a mansion like that. Sitting on my giant couch with my feet resting a big wooden
    stool in front of the fireplace, with a large thick rug.” Josh said.


    "How much time does Mr. Brandsworth got?“ Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    "Not very much of it. I hope the next resident that drives down here is Mr. Brandsworth.” Sam said.


    Mathew kept adjusting the focus on his binoculars, panning the road. From the east, a small S.U.V. parked into the
    driveway of the mansion the other mansion sitting left.


    “Alright. Someone else just showed up.” Mathew said.


    A man in a tan suit, with flopping shiny brown hair came out of the car. The car beeped as he locked it.
    He quickly jogged into his house.


    “Looks like another fellow came in.” Sam said.


    After the multiple arrivals of the Greystone residences, there was a stillness among the place, except for the
    motions of the fountains, and flowing waterfall.


    “What are you going to do when this case is over, Sam?” Bill asked.


    “Oh, I don’t know. Probably go home and finish reading the documents written about other cases.
    Maybe we can play another round of golf, this time without the burden of finding witnesses.”
    Sam said.


    “People are going to be quite shocked once they find out Mr. Brandsworth is the murderer. I’m not sure
    what they’re gonna do. Despite the fact that Mr. Brandsworth had a temper, and has been known for yelling
    at his colleagues, he was a pretty respected man. He was praised for his success and wealth. Nobody would
    suspect that he would murder someone.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Mr. Brandsworth. Cold blooded enough to murder his stepson, and frame his own son. Nobody would’ve suspected that.” Bill
    said.


    Matt and Josh began began to have their heart levels raise slightly, as their hands subtly trembled while they
    held their binoculars. Josh set down his binoculars and looked at the rope tied around the tree, with the two ends
    hanging. He looked at the path at which he had to run, to get to the ropes. He thought of how hard he would have to
    pull them, once Mr. Brandsworth were to step into the loops. He looked back into his binoculars, and began to
    contemplate deep whereabouts of the rich and absent man. Small white saplings from the trees fell from above,
    landing on their binoculars. They each noticed, and wiped them off once they were out of their trance. A group
    of people jogging went by, then later two men on bikes. They then noticed there were small red berries on the
    bushes several ways away in le Domaine Élégante, which they hadn’t noticed before because of the angle of the
    sun. Matt and Josh were in a relatively uncomfortable position. They were leaning forward, chins just barely
    touching the top of the shrub. Their arms resting on the leaves of bush. Their grass stained knees
    against the lawn, and the tips of their shoes digging in the ground. The three college students,
    each of them, pictured what it would be like to see the big round and angry Mr. Brandsworth in person.
    Seeing him walk towards them down the driveway, marching with his giant loud steps. After seemingly
    interminable introspection, the weight of all the status, wealth, and importance that was among them
    began to sink into their heads. But moreover, the thought of them about to have a murderer approach
    them in person for the first time began to sink into their heads. It was just the three of them,
    sitting in the dark Abor Atrii. They knew on the other side of the mansion was three members of the
    police department, armed with handguns and tasers.


    But shielding them was just some measly bushes. They could easily be caught if someone saw them at just the right
    angle. They all had to look out for one another. They all feared the sound of footsteps, and were impatiently waiting
    to crouch their heads down at a moments notice. The college students began to have doubt settle in their minds about
    their credibility. The college students contemplated their true purpose of everything. They contemplated whether
    they were helping, or hindering the case. They contemplated what type of satisfaction they would get once
    Mr. Brandsworth is arrested. They thought about the whole process of the investigation they went through
    in the past two weeks. All of them wished that they could be back in the beds of their dorm rooms. The angry
    campus police officers, and drunken coeds spray painting and egging their dorms felt insignificant, and small
    compared to what they were doing. The bizarre man holding a machete, and the angry groundskeeper that they
    encountered made them much more hesitant to take any steps when in the presence of law enforcement.
    They stared at the fence, with a numbness. The thought of the murderous man approaching them became more real
    as time lapsed. They sat there, with a sense of ambiguity of what to do, knowing that the fate of Mr.
    Brandsworth lay partially in their hands. The sun began to hide behind the trees. The ending day groaned
    like a tired old man. All of them stared at the dark barren lonely road which before them sat.


    “It’s past VIII O'Clock, and Mr. Brandsworth isn’t here. How much longer is this gonna take?” Officer Jacob Feinburg said.


    “We have to stick with this. He should show up at any moment.” Sam said.


    “It’s starting to get dark, and there’s no sign of him. How late is he gonna work?” Officer Jason Feinburg said.


    “I don’t know. It varies when he comes. He sometimes comes this late.” Sam said.


    “What if Mr. Brandsworth knows we’re on to him, and he’s avoiding us.” Officer Daniel Lakesman said.


    “That’s a possibility. It that’s the case, we’ll have to show up at his workplace and arrest him.” Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. He has to show up at any minute.” Bill said.


    "He better show up any minute. He’s making me suspicious.“ Sam said.


    Suddenly, they heard the sound of the mansion door opening. "Dammit! Someone is coming out!” Sam said. Police
    Commissioner Charles Beaton quickly sprang up, and ran past the corner to see who it was.


    “It’s Ms. Everson.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Dammit! Why is she here?” Sam said.


    Ms. Everson approached them. “Shouldn’t you boys be done working for today? Why are all of you here this late?” Ms.
    Everson asked.


    “We’re actually just finishing up.” Sam said.


    “Oh. Did you bring your college student friends?” Ms. Everson asked.


    “No, we decided not to bring them this time.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “Did you guys figure out yet know who the murderer is?” Ms. Everson asked.


    “No, but we’re actually quite close.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “How close?” she asked.


    “I have a feeling we’re very close.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “That’s good. Because I’ve been afraid to work around here since the murder occurred. I’m worried that the murderer could
    still be here, and I might be next. I’ve asked to stop coming here, but Mr. Brandsworth payed me double, and told me
    I have nothing to worry about, and to just stay in the mansion, and that there were cops around to keep the murderer
    away. I just want be able to work here, and not have the burden of a murderer weighing on me. Do you think you will
    be able to get him?” Ms. Everson asked.


    “Yes I do, ma'am. He won’t be here for long.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Do you think he’s still walking around here now?” she asked.


    “No, but I think he’s about to. So I recommend that you go back inside right now.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Oh really? I guess I should go immediately then.” Ms. Everson said.


    “You should. Its for your own safety. Do it.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    Ms. Everson quickly walked back into the mansion, and closed the door.


    "Good. I’m glad she’s gone. That was a close one.“ Sam said.


    "I hope she didn’t see the college students. I can’t put up with this anymore. There’s too many risks we’re taking.
    I’m tired of this.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Hopefully we won’t have to put up with this much longer.” Sam said.


    Sam spoke into his radio. “How are you guys holding up?” he asked.


    “We’re fine I guess. I kind of want this to end though.” Matt said.


    “Don’t stop! We need to keep going. Did she see you guys?” Sam asked.


    “Did who see us?” Matt asked.


    “Ms. Everson.” Sam replied.


    “No. She didn’t see us. We’re fine.” Matt said.


    “Good. I’m glad she didn’t see you guys. I don’t trust her. Anyway, you guys need to keep going. Keep your
    full alertness! Any moment he could come!” Sam said.


    “How much longer is this gonna go? Is he ever gonna show up? This has been too long!!!! He’s never gonna
    show up, he’s tricking us! We need to stop!” Officer Jacob Feinburg said.


    “We’re not stopping!!! That’s for cowards!!!! We’re going to stay here until it’s done!” Sam said.


    “But how much longer will this go on?! Officer Jacob Feinburg said.


    "I don’t know, but we can’t quit. Not when he could come at any moment! If we leave now, we could miss him, and
    all of this would be for nothing!” Sam said.


    “You better watch it, Feinburg. I don’t want to see you give up!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Hey guys, what if we screw this up.” Matt said.


    “Don’t let your nerves get to you! You guys are my young detectives, and we need you to complete this act!
    You were chosen for a reason! If you continue to have your highest attention, and you do exactly as
    you were told, then this will be completed!” Sam said.


    “I can’t take it anymore. I’m done.” Officer Feinburg said, walking off behind them, and pacing.


    “Officer Feinburg! What are you doing! Stop that damn pacing!” Sam said.


    Officer Feinburg ignored him. “Officer Feinburg!!! Go back to watching the damn road!!!!!!!” Commissioner Beaton yelled.


    “I don’t want to see you cowardly leave, Feinburg!!!! I hate cowards!!!!!! We need to finish this!!!! Don’t be a wuss!!!!
    You were trained to follow orders!!!” Sam yelled.


    “He might be on to us. He might be tricking us. I bet he loves the fact that we’re waiting here like a bunch
    of imbeciles.” Bill said.


    “I don’t know if he knows or not! There’s no evidence for that! He’s a naive man, he wouldn’t just go out of
    his way to figure us out. I mean, not now.” Sam said.


    “I’m done. I give up. It’s VIII XX, and he’s still not here. I don’t get paid to do this. I’m going home.
    He’s never gonna come.” Officer Feinburg said.


    “Officer Feinburg! If you leave now, I will have you fired! You will stay here until the very end!”
    Commissioner Beaton said.


    All of them looked onward to the edge of the yard. Anxiety fell over each one of them. Even Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton. Samuel firmly grasped his radio, awaiting any slight noise from it. They all began to
    be completely numb from a whole day of scoping. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton stood motionless.
    Then, the sound of a sports car’s engine was heard.


    “Looks like another stupid sports car is coming.” Mathew said. Around the corner from the east, a small black
    sports car came into view. All the college students jolted up. The small sports car, as it approached the
    gate, began to slow down. The three students all had shocked looks on their faces.


    “It’s him! It can’t be!” Matt yelled.


    The car driving down, was that of an Aston Martin Vanquish. The sound of the rumbling engine grew louder, like
    the beat of a tight drum.


    Samuel Wasserman, Bill Conner, Matt, Josh, Jack, Police Commissioner Charles Beaton, Officer Lakesman, and
    Officer Feinburg all stared shock. The low to the ground, and seemingly hovering Aston Martin, turned
    into the driveway, like a shiny black serpent. A moment in time stopped. The car directly faced the gate,
    and the growling engine halted, letting out giant exhaust clouds out of the dual tale pipes. The window
    of the car rolled down, and out came the face of the angry Martin Brandsworth. The wrinkles in his face
    exaggerated by the shadows cast upon him. The college students were completely speechless. Even uttering
    a sentence like, “Look! It’s the big fat angry oaf!”, or “Look! It’s Mr. Brandsworth the rich fat tub of
    lard!” could not be said by the college students. The face of the very man who they had in their heads
    for the past several days was sitting right in front of them, and a small turn of the eyes from Mr.
    Brandsworth would make him stare right in their direction. Mr. Brandsworth punched in the code, and
    then rolled back up his window.


    “STAY EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE!!!!!!! I DON’T WANT YOU GOING YET!!!!!!!!” Sam screamed in his radio.


    Mr. Brandsworth drove his black Aston Martin through the gate.


    “Now, Commissioner Beaton! Now!!!!” Sam yelled.


    Samuel Wasserman and Police Commissioner Charles Beaton both ran hastily toward the fountains. Samuel running
    the fastest he’d ever ran in his old life, as the both of of them ran behind the fountains. The black Aston
    Martin Vanquish drove up the driveway. Samuel and Commissioner Beaton frantically bolted towards the tree
    with the ropes. The black Aston Martin stopped, and parked on the side of the driveway. The
    tall, round figure of Mr. Brandsworth stepped out of the car. He then began to stride up the driveway.
    The college students all witnessed the cold blooded murderer, as he slowly walked toward the entrance
    of the mansion. All of them nauseated at the sight of his large, spotted, hard, rigid and angry face,
    ironically against his smooth, crinkle lacking, and extremely clean and tightly buttoned business suit.
    The man walked with a wobble, flailing his arms. Any more exaggerated, and you would say he walked like a
    duck.


    “Now, Mathew!!!! Now, Josh!!!!!! Do it now!!!!!! Now!!!!!!” Sam yelled.


    Matt and Josh both sprang from their hiding spots, and raced as fast as they could toward the tree with the ropes.
    Police Commissioner Charles Beaton and Samuel both stared behind the tree, waiting for him to come closer. Matt
    and Josh both watched him, as he obliviously walked up. He began to walk up to the loops that were indiscriminately
    hiding on the entrance way. Mr. Brandsworth look his first step with his right foot into one of the loops. The next
    foot went forward.


    “Now!!!!!” Sam yelled in his radio.


    Matt and Samuel on both sides, pulled the ropes. The ropes quickly closed tight around his ankles. Josh and Commissioner
    Beaton pulled next. The larger knots closed around his thighs. The gargantuan Martin Brandsworth took a tremendous sweep
    from balance, and plopped onto the ground. His big belly hitting the walkway. Sam lost grip of the rope, and fell on his
    back.


    “Well looks like I won’t be doing any mysteries tomorrow.” Sam said.


    They all left their spots behind the two trees, and approached Mr. Brandsworth. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton
    ran up to him, and put him in handcuffs. Commissioner Beaton then lifted Mr. Brandsworth’s body up. He then untied
    all the ropes off of Mr. Brandsworth. Jack and the other two officer ran up from behind.


    “Martin Brandsworth, you’re under arrest for first degree murder.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I have nothing to do with the murder!!!! You have no idea what you’re talking about!!!!!!” Mr. Brandsworth yelled.


    The college students could then see Mr. Brandsworth’s aging face up close. He was balding, with his remaining hair
    combed back.


    “You’re being held for the murder of Collin Patterson. You’re at the hands of the judicial court.” Commissioner Beaton
    said.


    “You’re all going to be punished for what you did me!!!!! I’m gonna sue you!!!!!! All of you are going to jail!!!!!
    All of you miserable little pricks have no right to arrest me!!!!! I’m gonna punish all of you!!!!”. Mr. Brandsworth’s
    cheeks flapped as he yelled.


    “We caught you, Mr. Brandsworth! We know from the witnesses, and from your footprints that you were the one who
    walked into the greenhouse, and killed Collin Patterson.” Sam said.


    “You are a bunch of reckless little pricks!!!!!! Nobodoy can arrest me!!!!! Nobody has the right to do this!!!!!!!”
    Mr. Brandsworth yelled.


    Mr. Brandsworth turned his head to the college students, and gave them an angry glare. He then turned his head back
    to Sam.


    “All you damn teenagers think you’re going to get away with pulling this act! I am one of the richest men in the city!
    I have the best lawyers! You’ll never find me guilty!!!” Mr. Brandsworth yelled.


    “Oh yeah? I am one of the most experienced people in judicial law! You don’t intimidate me!!!” Sam yelled back.


    “You’re in custody now, Mr. Brandsworth, and I’m taking you away.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “You are you most pathetic police commissioner there is! You don’t deserve your badge as a police commissioner!
    I don’t know what idiots decided to promote you, but they have the poorest of intellectual judgement there is!”
    Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Shush it, Mr. Brandsworth! I’m taking you away, and there’s nothing you can do!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “You’re going to be punished!!!!! All of you lower middle class leaches!!!!” Mr. Brandsworth yelled.


    “I have succeeded in capturing the man who was been caused the tremble in the city. And now I’m going take bring
    you into interrogation.”. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton held Mr. Brandsworth by his right arm, and pushed
    him into his police car. Police Commissioner Charles Beaton then drove away, out of the estate. The college students
    had the appearance of an enormous weight lifted from them. Sam turned to the college students.


    “Students, I thank you for your assistance in this investigation. Mathew. You did a superb job in searching and
    obtaining the murder weapon. Josh. You did an excellent job of surmising all the details of the case, and
    determining the murderer. Jack. Well, y'know.” Sam said.


    Officer Daniel Lakesman slowly walked up to the college students, and they followed him into his police car.
    Sam then walked into his car, and Bill went in along with him, and they made their final farewell to the
    Brandsworth estate. They drove out the gate for the last time, and headed off into the city.


    The next morning, Police Commissioner Charles Beaton stood with the handcuffed Mr. Brandsworth who sat in the
    police station with him.


    “Well, Mr. Brandsworth. You thought nobody would suspect you did it. It was sort of obvious because of the
    clumsy footprints you left. We got you like the pig you are. The law enforcement pieced it all together.
    We know why you did it. We know you murdered him, you sneaky fat swine. Now you’re going to be held
    responsible for his death. You were too naive and clumsy to get away with it.” Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton said.


    Mr. Brandsworth sat silent in his chair, looking down with a hateful expression. Suddenly, an officer by
    the name of Jason Lamsen walked through the door.


    “Well if it isn’t Martin Brandsworth! I’ve been spending weeks working in this investigation, trying to
    find the murderer. And you’re right here in front of me. I should take a picture of myself with you,
    to show everyone what we’ve caught.” Officer Jason Lamsen said.


    “Yeah, he couldn’t run from us for long though. His dirty tricks would eventually be for nothing.” Police Commissioner
    Charles Beaton said.


    Two other officers by the name of Alan McDonald, and Peter Chesner walked into the door with Mr. Brandsworth’s crying
    wife walking in behind them.


    “Hello, Commissioner Beaton. That’s our guy, huh?” Officer Chesner said.


    “Yeah. That’s him all right. He’s going straight to the interrogation room.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “The clumsy round man himself! I guess all his weight collapsed from beneath him. Too bad, he was quite successful.”
    Officer Chesner said.


    “Are you waiting for someone, sir?” Officer McDonald asked.


    “I am. They should be coming soon. But make sure Mr. Brandsworth doesn’t leave his spot.” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I will. Isn’t that right, Mr. Brandsworth? Right? You hear me. You know you ain’t getting away.” Officer McDonald said.


    Sam and Bill then suddenly came in through the door.


    “Who are these two old schmucks?” Officer Chesner said.


    “We are former law enforcement detectives for your information, sir!” Sam said.


    “Oh good. You guys didn’t let the damn traffic get you. I was waiting here an hour. Anyway. What do you guys want to
    do now?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I guess what we have to of course. You’re implying we do anything else?” Sam said.


    “I suppose you don’t want to do anymore paperwork for now. So I suppose we can get straight to the interrogation room.”
    Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Alright. Nobody said we shouldn’t. Let’s go.” Sam said. Sam and Bill walked into the interrogation room, as
    Commissioner Beaton led Mr. Brandsworth in after. Commissioner Beaton sat him down.


    "Well, Mr. Brandsworth. Can you explain to me why you murdered Collin Patterson?“ Commissioner Beaton asked.
    Mr. Brandsworth sat silent, staring downward.


    "I never murdered him. You need to realize that.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Then who did murder him, might I ask?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I don’t know who murdered him!” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Really? Are you sure? Who do you think did? Anyone?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I don’t know. I wouldn’t like to think it was Henry.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Oh, Henry? Is there a possibility it was Henry? Are you sure?” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “I don’t know.” Mr. Brandsworth answered.


    “Tell me if there is any suspicion in your mind that Henry did it!” Commissioner Beaton said.


    “Okay. He might have done it. He could have I suppose.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “It’s funny you should say that. Because according to every witness, Henry Brandsworth wasn’t even
    at the estate when the murder occurred. The measurements from the footprints show that the man walking
    into the greenhouse was wearing cleats, and was a size XII. You, Mr. Brandsworth are a size XII. We
    also have found that you happen to own a pair of cleats. Collin Patterson was alive according to
    witnesses at that time. A knife was found in Henry Brandsworth’s bed. So obviously somebody framed
    him. Someone wearing a size VII cleats. The evidence after that, doesn’t help. One witness claimed
    you were speaking to Collin Patterson just before the murder occurred. One of the last witnesses to
    see Collin Patterson overheard the conversation about you lying of Chelsea Easterling’s request to meet
    him in the greenhouse. Do you have any idea who might of framed Henry Brandsworth, sir? You have only
    one chance to answer!” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    “I don’t need to put up with this. I don’t know who the murderer was, but you’re clearly extremely idiotic if you
    are to even suspect that it was me. I didn’t ever care to frame my son Henry. You’re a liar!”, “Did you kill
    Collin Patterson? Did you kill him because you didn’t want him to inherit your mansion, and half your wealth?”
    Sam said.


    “What are you talking about? What is this nonsense?!!! Are you joking!!!???” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “You know you did it!!!!! You hated him, and you didn’t want to see him take your house! Admit you hated him! Admit you
    murdered him!” Sam said, leaning forward. Mr. Brandsworth’s eyes burned with anger.


    “No!!!! You’re wrong!!! You have it completely wrong!!!” he said.


    “Admit it!!!! The evidence is piled on top of you!!!! What other excuses are there? Your footprints are a match!!!
    You know what you did!!!” Sam yelled.


    “Alright. I know.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “You know what, Mr. Brandsworth?” Sam said.


    “I committed the murder! I did everything. I thought nobody would even figure it out. I couldn’t stand it.
    Collin Patterson drove me insane. His low income. His lower middle class house. His flimsy manner. He was
    a pathetic man who never even gave me anything, never had any decency when he was at my estate. And having
    such a frivolous, moronic weakling inherit half my wealth, and live in my own mansion? That’s disgusting.
    He never liked me. I never liked him. I didn’t want to see him live with my family. He wasn’t of my
    own blood. So I made it so he would go somewhere else. But since the last XI years, he’s been coming
    to my estate, and leaching off of all of my stuff. I had no choice but to do what was done. Now he
    will never inherit my mansion. And that’s what I wanted.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Did you use any of the groundskeepers to commit the murder for you?” Bill asked.


    “No, of course not. None of my groundskeepers would’ve gone through with it. And even if they did, I would
    be worried they would squeal.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Did you make anyone do it for you? Bill asked.


    "No. The whole thing was done by myself.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    "And how did the murder go about? What steps did you take?“ Sam said.


    "A few days before, I asked Henry Brandsworth which kitchen knife in the kitchen was the largest. I asked him to pick
    each of them up and see. He, to my luck ended up picking up two of them. I knew that Collin Patterson usually shows up
    for a visit on the weekends. I figured that since Collin Patterson was such an idiot, he would easily fall for one of
    my tricks. I knew he was unhappy about Chealsea Easterling not showing up at the estate. She used to tend to the flowers
    and bushes. I needed to kill in a place where nobody would see, and was far away enough from any groundskeepers, and it
    needed to be a closed area for me to sneak up on him. I had to come up with a way to lure him in there. I knew he showed
    quite a licking for her. The only thing I could think of to lure him into the greenhouse, was to lie about here being in
    there, and that she wanted to speak with him alone. I needed to choose a time of day where it was dark enough that if
    anyone were to see me, they wouldn’t be able to tell who I was. I also needed to choose the right time when the servants
    weren’t as busy around the place. I happened to run into him in the living room. I told him the made up lie, and he fell
    for it, and ended up going out of the mansion. I put on some latex gloves, grabbed the exact knife that Henry Brandsworth
    held, and began to walk toward the greenhouse. I had little time to do it. I sneaked into the doorway, and stabbed him
    in the back multiple times. He died a quiet and quick death. I didn’t wan’t anyone to see me leave. I had to keep making
    sure the coast was clear. As soon as I noticed nobody was around, I chanced it and started running back to the mansion.
    Once I was inside, I cleaned the blood off the knife. I placed between the two mattresses of the guest room that Henry
    stayed in because his room was the only other one besides mine, and if I placed the knife in someone else’s room other
    than my own, I could frame them for the murder. And that’s what I did. I then walked back into my room silently from
    which I came, and never came back out until the next day.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    "Mr. Brandsworth, you’re now going to be put away for a very very long time. You have shown us your true nature, a
    murderous liar.“ Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said.


    "Do you know how much grief you put on the family of Patterson? Do you know the type of fear you imposed on
    Henry, after he found out he was murdered?” Sam said.


    Mr. Brandsworth sat silent. “Well I suppose it’s now time to take him away, and lock him behind bars. Is there anything
    further that you would like to say, Mr. Brandsworth?” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton asked.


    “I needed to do what I did. That’s it.” Mr. Brandsworth said.


    “Alright then. I suppose I will go now, and take Mr. Brandsworth away. He’s guilty of murder of the first count.
    Now it’s time for him be taken away.” Police Commissioner Charles Beaton said, standing him up, and walking out
    of the interrogation room with him.


    Sam and Bill both sat together silently for several minutes.


    “I think it’s time to get to the outside.” Bill said.


    “Yes. I think we should go now.” Sam said.


    “I think our case is completely finished. Do you think we have anything else?” Bill asked.


    “No. That’s everything.” Sam said. They both walked out of the interrogation room, and back into the waiting room.
    Officer Murray Matherson approached them as they went back in.


    “Hello, Bill! I am glad that you were able to take on such an exciting case as this, and be able to finish it. Just
    like the cases you took in your younger years. I am thrilled you were able to play a part in this investigation.”
    Officer Matherson said, putting his hand on Bill’s shoulder.


    “Thank you, Officer Matherson.” Bill said.


    “People are going to be shocked to say the least when they find out about this. But I suppose none of
    that matters. Both of you are probably glad to not have the case weighing on you anymore. Both of
    you did an excellent job assisting the law enforcement. I am glad both of you did your service.”
    Officer Matherson said.


    Officer Murray Matherson walked out of the police station.


    “What do we do now, Sam?” Bill asked.


    “I don’t know. It’s still early in the day. I could visit your house later today. Would you like that?” Bill asked.


    “Yes, I would. You should come to my house. You’ll like it there, it’s quite nice now. We could throw a little party
    there.” Bill said.


    As they drove home, the sidewalks began to fill with people holding signs saying “Mr. Brandsworth is innocent!”, and
    “Mr. Brandsworth is no murderer!”. Other people stopped their cars in the middle of traffic, and got on top of them
    and waved giant banners saying, “Justice is served!”, and “Collin Patterson has justice!”. People shot fireworks,
    and screamed in the streets. The news of Mr. Brandsworth’s confession to murdering Collin Patterson spread across
    all media outlets. People watched in astonishment of relentless coverage of the shocking news of the
    belligerent billionaire being found guilty of murder. Whirl pools of information began swirl down to
    the bottom of the city, and with the all the drama eventually becoming dull, and the empty spaces in
    the brains of the citizens being filled with other crimes. Later that day, Sam arrived at the house of
    Bill Conner. The house was spacious, and had wooden floors, large windows, ambient lights, and paintings
    on the walls.


    "It’s been awhile since I’ve been here! It’s nicer than I remember!” Sam said.


    “Yeah, I’ve been improving the place.” Bill said.


    “I’m glad the case is solved. We’ve succeeded. This journey is over, and we don’t have the burden anymore.” Sam said.


    Sam reached into his refrigerator. “I’ve grabbed some celebratory champagne for the occasion. Time to mark our victory.”
    Bill said.


    Bill popped the cork off, and champagne shot out. He then poured some in two glasses. He held it to Bill.


    “Here’s to our victory in the big D.C. case! Bill said.


    "Victory! Sweet victory! No more confusion, and no more problems. D.C. is free of the angry killer. We have justice.
    The Greystone neighborhood can at least rest knowing one murderer will never roam the streets, and ever have to sneak
    up to anyone and blindly execute them.” Sam said. “We can both be satisfied.” Bill said.


    “Yes. Our forensics, questioning, and hunting has allowed us to put together the giant jigsaw puzzle of an
    extraordinary case, which now can be concluded.”.
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    Hey Alfred! First, welcome to Writing Forums! I'm Anthony. Secondly, I am glad to see you dove right into being a serious member here. I'll give a brief glance over this. Offer a few suggestions in the first section. When I have time, and enough sleep (it's 2:30 AM), I'll continue to work with you throughout this thread.



    Quote Originally Posted by Alfred View Post
    Alright here's a story I've been working on. I'm going to break it up into several parts.


    Introduction:


    Introduction: The story consists of the two lifelong friends, Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner, who retired from law enforcement to become private detectives, and embark on a journey to solve the case of a man who was found dead at the estate of a wealthy businessman who owns a giant mansion, and an expensive golf course. With the help of three college students that they bring along with them, they all take on the investigation to crack the code of the murdered man.

    I am curious to know where and how these undergraduates were selected. I admire the lifelong friendship appeal. It implies trust, companionship, and a serious bond between each other. It's also admirable to see people retire and continue to work together. I'll be honest. I roll my eyes at anything about wealth, social status, and ambiguous deaths. Seriously, these are common themes throughout literature. Give me something with more of a, "Wow, that's different!" What's so special about this story compared to other investigative stories? I'll find out.

    Our story begins at the Ben Housen’s grass view hill, aside the Anacostia river. Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner, the two lifelong detectives came to meet at the site. “Samuel, I’m glad I could be here to meet you on this fine afternoon. Of course, we’ve brought ourselves here to discuss the recent events involving a well talked about crime that’s been growing in recognition the homicide(s).” Bill said.

    What does "our" imply with the narration / narrator? Is Samuel or Bill telling the story? Are you, the writer, telling me how this story unfolds? It's confusing. I like the geographical connection. Great, now I know where I am. I am not generally the type to point out dialogue structure, but this will give me a hard time if I continue without saying anything. Always separate the dialogue by the person. It's confusing to combine narrator with everyone else. This dialogue, specifically, is a little weird and unnatural to me. It's obviously a discussion of crime. Take my suggestion as an idea. Go straight to the point. - recent events involving [insert crime here]. Done. Obviously, it's well talked. You know? It's just one of those unnatural things to pay close attention to when you write.

    “Indeed it has,” Samuel said, “It’s been getting my attention too, and as you know, it involves the murder of the young man by the name of Collin Patterson, who was found dead at the Brandswroth estate. Hopefully, we can get involved in the case and be able to solve it.” he continued. “I am as much excited to join in as you are.” replied Bill.

    I respect the enthusiasm about the case, but this is too wordy (as natural lifelong partners dialogue) for someone telling another who already knows about the case. You imply the person already knows. So, why include all this information again? Unless someone was seeking more information, try to refine this.

    “Thankfully, as I’ve been called to take this case, after following several insipid cases over the years since my retirement from working for the law enforcement agency XXI years ago, and becoming a private detective.

    Read this over again. This is a lot to take in as a new reader. Lots of verbosity. No need to fill the reader with all this dialogue if it doesn't contribute to the story. We get it. He retired from a law enforcement agency. The roman numerals threw me off. Was that just a way to cut down on the words used?


    The police have found me to be well experienced, and as I requested of them, they allowed you to come along with me to be of assistance, as you are as well an experienced investigator.

    My first impression about this is someone cocky. Then, it gets cute. "Tag along for the ride, mate?" cute. It's an admirable bond, but tone it down a bit.


    As well for me,
    I’m glad I can finally get back into a major case. Just like the old days. Since we know little about the man Collin Patterson, it’s important that we get as much information as we are able to obtain.

    Omit the beginning. We know it's a man. Try to focus and maintain the reader's interest.

    It’s not known of anyone who hated him, and there is no current sign of any motive toward the man. He wasn’t particularly rich himself, while he had been known for going to the XXXVI Million dollar estate frequently.” Samuel said.

    Is roman numerals your signature writing? It's interesting - that's for sure. Try to refine your sentences to deliver the same message without all the extra words.

    Bill took a seat on the stone bench behind him. “To me, I can’t see why anyone would want to kill him. He allegedly had no history of crime, no run-ins with the law. But as little as we know now, what can be concluded? Anyways, I hope it works out… Y’know. With all the work that comes with life, also comes wrinkles and grey hair. I can tell you, with age, you become more weary, and wish for the type of spryness you have when you’re younger. I remember the cases I solved with less difficulty, unimpeded by an aching back or knees.” Bill said. “I as well am aware of the growing difficulty that comes with age. You can’t run anymore without twisting your ankle,” Samuel said.

    I am honestly trying to follow, but the structure of the dialogue is confusing me. For one, it's the periods instead of commas. Secondly, I'd like to know if you copied and pasted this straight from a word processor. Dialogue shouldn't be in paragraphs. I like the character building in this segment. I can understand the guys feel empathy for the victim. It also shows a lot of friendship and bond here.


    "Indeed. I don’t even bother to run anymore. Well anyway, I can tell you that there’s– “. Bill was interrupted. He reached his hand into his pocket to answer his ringing phone. “Yes? who is this?” he said. “Hello! It’s Officer Murray Matherson calling in. I hear you’re going to start the case about the murder at rich businessman’s estate. You must really want to get to the scene, don’t you? It’s good you and your friend Sam were accepted to take part in the investigation.“ the caller said. “Oh! Yes! I do. Indeed it is.” Bill said. “I would like to congratulate you, Bill.


    Thanks for sharing this. It's 3 in the morning. I am heading for bed. When I am well rested, I'll see what I can do about this later.

    Thanks.

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    There seems to have been a problem with the formatting. All of the paragraph breaks vanished! If you edit and put back all of the breaks when the one speaking changes and the like, I'll take a look at it.

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    Maybe you need to learn the format of the forums before you go posting your stuff.

    Being a payed member does not do you justice when I cannot even think to read what is here. Try again please.

    Alright I will be nice.

    1) Go back to the beginning. Highlight and delete. (I hope you have it saved on your computer in better format)

    2) click on "Go Advanced" on the bottom right of the post screen. when the page reloads look to the top and the buttons should have changed. Find the clipboard with a W on it. click it. Another small window will appear.

    3) go to your original document, what you have saved on your computer. Highlight, copy, and past in the smaller window. (Don't worry it will ALL fit.) click OK.

    4) double check that it is in place correctly. (I usually click "go advanced" once more it lets me see how it will look when posted without posting.) If all is well then post.

    5) repeat fore each post of the story.

    Word of advice;Ask a moderator or admin to remove all but the first part and make a new thread for each subsequent part. THAT! is how we do it around here. If you would have asked, anyone would have been glad to advise you.
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    Potential Strangers, Acquaintances, Friends.

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    Our story begins at the Ben Housen’s grass view hill, aside the Anacostia river. Samuel Wasserman and Bill Conner, the two lifelong detectives came to meet at the site. “Samuel, I’m glad I could be here to meet you on this fine afternoon. Of course, we’ve brought ourselves here to discuss the recent events involving a well talked about crime that’s been growing in recognitionthe homicide(s).” Bill said.

    What does "our" imply with the narration / narrator? Is Samuel or Bill telling the story? Are you, the writer, telling me how this story unfolds? It's confusing. I like the geographical connection. Great, now I know where I am. I am not generally the type to point out dialogue structure, but this will give me a hard time if I continue without saying anything. Always separate the dialogue by the person. It's confusing to combine narrator with everyone else. This dialogue, specifically, is a little weird and unnatural to me. It's obviously a discussion of crime. Take my suggestion as an idea. Go straight to the point. - recent events involving [insert crime here]. Done. Obviously, it's well talked. You know? It's just one of those unnatural things to pay close attention to when you write

    Firstly, my use of "Our" at the beginning of the story was implying the writer was telling it. It's a somewhat common method for writers to do when writing the beginning narration in a story.

    “Thankfully, as I’ve been called to take this case, after following several insipid cases over the years since my retirement from working for the law enforcement agency XXI years ago, and becoming a private detective.

    Read this over again. This is a lot to take in as a new reader. Lots of verbosity. No need to fill the reader with all this dialogue if it doesn't contribute to the story. We get it. He retired from a law enforcement agency. The roman numerals threw me off. Was that just a way to cut down on the words used?

    Honestly, come on. I wouldn't have considered that too much for the reader to take in.


    As well for me,
    I’m glad I can finally get back into a major case. Just like the old days. Since we know little about the man Collin Patterson, it’s important that we get as much information as we are able to obtain.

    Omit the beginning. We know it's a man. Try to focus and maintain the reader's interest.
    Come on, are you saying I'm being too excessive? You're really going to single out the fact that I used both "The man" and the character's name? It's not like it's that uncommon for people to do that.

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