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       #Post#: 16315--------------------------------------------------
       The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: December 19, 2014, 4:10 pm
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       Hi, y'all! I started writing this story and I was wondering if
       you guys could give me ideas for names and plot twists. So...
       here's what I've got so far. Feel free to correct my grammar and
       spelling. I just request that all conversations between the
       characters not be toyed with.
       [shadow=red,left] The
       Masked Murder[/shadow]
       He was dead. No one knew how. No one knew why. He was just
       dead. That's why I, Detective Adam Walker, was called onto the
       scene.
       After I solved the case of the disappearing museum, I
       became quite well known in the criminal world. With twenty cases
       considered "impossible" by my peers under my belt, I'm probably
       one of the most famous detectives in the world. Strangely
       enough, I have never had the chance to crack open a real murder
       case. That's what made me so excited.
       As I strutted onto the scene, it struck my odd that there
       were so many masks in the small apartment our poor victim called
       home.
       "Detective Walker! Detective Walker! Sir!" I looked over to
       see a familiar red headed girl rushing over to see me.
       "Why hello, Alex!" I exclaimed. Alexandria Trent was-
       correction, is the most amazing woman when it comes to observing
       her surroundings. Her attentiveness has helped me on many a
       case. "What brings you to Atlanta?"
       "Oh! Just the usual stuff," She replied. "I decided to
       visit my brother at Georgia Tech and thought I'd stop by and
       visit you."
       "So, in other words, you heard I was starting on a new case
       and you were curious enough about it that you decided to stop in
       Atlanta to see if I needed a female partner."
       "You know me too well," giggled Alex. "So, what happened
       here?" Alex's inner detective had obviously kicked in. She's an
       adventurous girl of 23. Her degree in psychology gave her a
       place in a local hospital a year ago, but she soon left her job
       for detective work. It was thrilling to be working with her
       again.
       "This man, a Jonathan Quibble, was found murdered in his
       bedroom about 6pm yesterday evening. No one can tell what the
       cause of death was or who would kill, but we do know it could
       only happen between 11:30 am and 6pm. Both at 11:30 and 6 a maid
       comes in to bring him his meals, but that's about all the solid
       evidence I have for now."
       "Do we know anything about this man?" asked an ever curious
       Alex.
       "Well, judging by the large sum of masks on the walls, I'd
       say he was a collector of sorts."
       "Anyone could tell you that," teased Alex. "Well, go on."
       "Hmm... looking at the pictures on the far left wall, I'd
       say he was a rather good looking man."
       Alex, obviously dissatisfied with my evidence, walked over
       towards the framed pictures on the wall. "Hey! look at this!"
       she called.
       I meandered over to where she stood only to get a shock.
       "I think I found a clue," Alex asserted smugly.
       The picture was of the late Jonathan Quibble and a fair
       blonde woman. They were obviously a couple. It seemed pretty
       normal until you noticed the dark red smear covering part of the
       photo. The glass in the frame had fallen out and lay shattered
       at my feet. It had previously been hidden by a cleverly placed
       rug.
       "How could the police have missed this?" I asked.
       "It might be because of this," Alex said, holding up a
       light gray towel for all to see. "I'm thinking the police were a
       bit lazy during the investigation."
       "Could be," I said investigating the picture. "Do you think
       our Mr. Quibble was a violent man?"
       "I doubt it," said another voice behind me.
       "Why, my dear Natalie," I said in a calm voice,"how nice of
       you to drop in."
       #Post#: 16324--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: nitrox116 Date: December 19, 2014, 4:52 pm
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       ((Quick question: if the cause of death is unknown, how do they
       know it's a murder?  He could have died of natural causes or
       even committed suicide.  You might want to elaborate on that.))
       #Post#: 16325--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: December 19, 2014, 5:07 pm
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       ((Thanks for the suggestion! Just FYI, there were no drugs with
       which he could commit suicide found in his apartment, and he
       couldn't have stabbed himself because he had no flesh wounds. He
       was also in perfect health. I'll add it into the story after
       dinner.))
       #Post#: 16327--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: December 19, 2014, 6:05 pm
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       "I thought I might as well give you the medical record of
       Mr. Jonathan Quibble," Natalie Moors said with an air of
       dignity. "He appears to have no mental instability of any kind.
       On questioning his doctor and some of Quibble's close friends, I
       have deducted that Quibble was a man of good repute. He was
       known to be very friendly and of very good health for a man of
       his age. He took no pills, exercised daily, and was very health
       conscious. So, that pretty much eliminates suicide or natural
       death."
       "Right," said Alex. "Are you quite sure he didn't stab
       himself?"
       "There were no puncture wounds and no blood to be found on
       the body," Natalie replied promptly.
       "Do you have the results of the autopsy?" I asked.
       "Not yet, but the results should be in soon. Until then I
       suggest you have a look around."
       "Thank you, Natalie. Oh! And could you start organizing
       interviews with some of Quibble's friends? I want to find out
       what kind of man he was."
       "Yes, Detective Walker."
       "You've found yourself a good secretary," commented Alex.
       "Agreed. She's highly efficient." I replied.
       #Post#: 16365--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: December 19, 2014, 8:52 pm
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       "Well," started Alex,"what do ya say to takin' Natalie's
       advice and looking around the apartment?"
       "You start in the bedroom. I'll search the living room." I
       said as I mentally took note of the apartment's layout.
       The apartment was rather on the small side. It had a decent
       living room with an electric fireplace, a smallish kitchen, a
       decent master bedroom with an adjoining cramped master bathroom,
       and a small room where the late Jonathan Quibble had stored most
       of his masks. There I was again. Staring at the masks and
       begging them with my eyes and mind to give me some clue. The
       masks were silent. They could tell me nothing, but I couldn't
       help feeling that somewhere among the masses I'd find a hint. I
       turned my attention to the pictures on the wall near the
       fireplace. Hmm... what could they tell me? What story could they
       reveal? I sighed. "If only walls could speak." I said to no one
       in particular.
       "I know what you mean," said another new comer.
       "Hello! I don't believe we've met," I said in a friendly
       voice.
       "No, I don't believe we have. My name's Glenn Daniels,"
       said the stranger. "I'm the new inspector at the local police
       station."
       "Ah! No wonder I haven't seen you before! My name's Adam
       Walker."
       "The Adam Walker?! The one who solved the case of the
       disappearing museum?!" Inspector Daniels asked excitedly.
       "The very one." I replied smiling. Sometimes it's nice to
       be idolized, this is not one of those times. "Well, I'd better
       be going. I need to check and see if the autopsy is done."
       "Oh! Okay! Bye!" said the rookie inspector.
       "Man!" I thought to myself,"I'm so glad that Alex isn't
       like that!"
       #Post#: 16606--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: December 21, 2014, 3:11 pm
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       "Alex!" I called.
       "Yes, Adam?"
       "We're leaving."
       "Already? But we just started investigating!"
       "Paparazzi,"I whispered in her ear, "I need to escape."
       "Okay. Let's go." Alex said giving me a knowing smile.
       "I'll go get my car," I said giving her a grateful
       look."Why don't you get a sample of the blood on that photo?"
       "I'm on it!"
       #Post#: 19341--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: January 13, 2015, 12:49 pm
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       I walked towards the parking garage across the street and
       started looking for my car. After a few minutes I spotted my red
       sports car near the elevator where I remembered parking it. I
       hopped inside and started the ignition. When I pulled up outside
       the apartment complex I saw Alex waiting for me. She climbed
       into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt.
       "Well, Adam, I have some news for you. Some of it's good;
       Some of it's bad."
       "Go on."
       "I got the blood sample like you asked and I even got some
       pictures of the shattered picture frame."
       "But..."
       "But then some guy came in and yelled at us to get out. He
       was part of the NYCPD. I recognized him from one of the cases we
       did together. You remember Detective Joseph Reinhold?"
       "Detective McGrumpypants? Sure. I remember him. He was a
       big pain in the-"
       "This is no time for reminiscing! It turns out he's an
       agent for the CSI. The CSI are taking over the case!"
       "WHAT?! Why would they do that?! Of what importance is this
       man to them?"
       "I don't know. I didn't stick around to find out."
       "This makes things a bit more complicated."
       #Post#: 19359--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Masked Murder
       By: Leaping-Deer Date: January 13, 2015, 7:00 pm
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       Alex and I walked into the Atlanta Police Department to
       find Natalie waiting for us.
       "Well, anything I need to know about?" I asked tentatively.
       "Yes. It appears that our inspectors are lazy. There was a
       small puncture wound on the victim's arm. Supposedly made by a
       syringe needle carrying a deadly poison. The doctor found traces
       of hydrofluoric acid in the victim's blood stream."
       "Well, I can't explain why our inspectors are getting lazy,
       but I think I can explain the poison. It's definitely less messy
       and using the syringe could convince anyone that it's just a
       regular shot."
       "Maybe our murderer was posing as a doctor," suggested
       Alex.
       "Maybe. We'll wait until after some interviewing to make
       any guesses, but it's a good idea. Tell you what. Why don't you
       and Natalie review security footage while I prepare to interview
       some people and make some inquiries of my own?"
       "Sounds good!" Alex exclaimed cheerily.
       "I certainly wouldn't mind," commented Natalie.
       "It's settled than!" I announced with enthusiasm. "Why are
       you two standing there? There's at least a good six to seven
       hours of footage to review."
       "Well, since the doctor preforming the autopsy guessed he
       died around four or five in the evening, Why don't we say two to
       three hours of footage?" suggested Natalie.
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