know how to mimic blood spatters. He even faked the bounce that happens when a jumper hits.”
“Excellent. How did the carpet fibers get on the body?”
“He visited Charlie’s Bungee Jumping Emporium in Palatine and did a swan dive onto a pile of carpet remainders. We found carpet padding in the basement, but no remainders, and usually the installers give you all the extra pieces. A clue by omission.”
“Very good. Question number three; where did the gunshots come from?”
“The stereo upstairs. That was also a new purchase. The stereo faced the window, so you must have hit the PLAY button from the street, using the remote.”
“I did. The remote is in a garbage can next to the payphone I called from, if anyone wants it back. Did you find anything else interesting?”
I explained the suicide note, the Clue game, and the puzzle magazines.
“How about the Swedish Fish candy?” he asked.
“We have no idea what that means.”
“That was Edward’s favorite clue. I’d tell you, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. Anyway, there’s a surprise for you in John Dickson Carr’s book The Three Coffins. Don’t bother calling me back—I’m throwing away this phone as soon as I hang up. Good-bye, Lieutenant.”
And he was gone.
We found the Carr book without difficulty. In the pages were a folded cashier’s check, and another flash card. We played the card on Herb’s computer.
Edward Wyatt, standing atop a large bungee platform, smiled at the camera, winked, and said, “Congratulations on figuring it out. In order to make absolutely, positively sure that there’s no doubt I’m doing this of my own free will, without assistance or coercion, I give you this proof.”
He jumped. The camera followed him down onto a pile of beige carpet remainders. I winced when he bounced.
“So that’s it?” Herb whined. “We spend our entire afternoon, without any food, on a plain, old suicide?”
“I don’t think this one qualifies as plain or old. Plus, a twenty grand check for the KITLOD Fund is a nice return for our time.”
“I think I’d rather be killed in the line of duty than forced to go through one of these again. And he didn’t tell you the reason for the Swedish Fish?”
“No. It doesn’t seem to fit at all. Almost as if…” I began to laugh.
“What’s funny?”
“Don’t you get it? Wyatt planted a box of little red candy fish, knowing it would confuse us. It was meant to throw us off the trail.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“You need to read more mysteries, Herb.”
“So, you’re not going to tell me?”
“You’ll figure it out. Now let’s go grab that Chinese food.” I smiled, pleased with myself. “Preferably a place that sells herring.”
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Killers with Blake Crouch
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Truck Stop
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The Screaming
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Crime Stories (collected stories)
Horror Stories (collected stories)
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A Newbie’s Guide to Publishing
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