20th Blog!

The Knife, The Phone, The Glass, and The Witness

The detective walked into the police station towards the interrogation room. Inside the room he saw, a bus passenger, a hiker, a butcher, a champagne-drinking wannabe, and a chair for himself.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he said, facing the four suspects.
No reply.
“You know why you are all here,” still no answer, “I am going to give each of you a chance to explain your story to me as to why you did not kill the mayor of our beloved town.”
The butcher stood up.
“What if none us were the ones who gone and done this crime you speak of?”
“Well then I guess you would not be here if you were not suspected Mr. Butcher,” replied the detective, “I also would like to suggest that you sit back down because I would not be talking if I played with knives all day.”
The butcher sat back down.
“Well then I guess we have our first volunteer out of the group, Mr. Butcher, please tell us your story...

My story begins with me on a simple delivery. I was to bring the meats down to the mayor’s personal restaurant. He had it created for the purpose of the town, and he wanted all different kinds of food there. This one particular day happened to be my day, and I was delivering steaks for a big business lunch.

“Mr. Butcher, please get to the point at which you saw the mayor die,” the detective commanded.
“Right, sorry about that. I always get a little carried away. Anyways…”

As I entered the kitchen everything seemed to be fine. It was quiet except for the soft music in the background. I knew that the mayor wanted these steaks pronto, but as I ran outside I heard a gunshot. The next thing I knew was that the mayor was on the ground, I saw a man get on a bus driving away, there were empty champagne bottles left on the bar, and I saw some hiking gear on a table nearby.

“That is preposterous, I did not leave my gear on the table,” said the hiker.
“Really, I guess a lot of people go hiking at this time of year then?” replied the butcher.
“Both of you be quiet!” the detective spoke, “Mr. Hiker would you be kind enough to tell us what you saw…

I was going to watch the mayor give a speech at his own personal restaurant. I had just come back from a huge camping trip and had no time to change. The waitress gave me a seat right next to the mayor’s table, and I was screaming in my head. It was an honor to sit next to him. I saw the butcher come out with a knife and steak in his hands. There was someone at the bar, and a bus had just stopped outside. I turned to the waitress to order, but then something happened. The mayor was on the ground, a knife sticking out of his chest. The butcher was gone, and the man at the bar disappeared.

“Wait, are you accusing me of killing the mayor?” the butcher asked.
“So what if I am is there a problem? The mayor was definitely not shot to death.”
“The champagne-drinking wannabe stood up.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I think it is my turn to explain what happened…

I had been drinking a few glasses of champagne when the hiker had walked into the bar. I never liked to call it the mayor’s personal restaurant because everyone else there too. I had also seen the butcher walk out with a knife and steak. As I asked for more champagne, I heard a scream. Turning around I saw the mayor with a knife in his chest. The butcher standing by with his steak his still in his hand ran out of the room. The hiker was in shock and hiding something underneath his jacket. It looked to me like a gun.

“I did no such thing!” announced the hiker.
“I saw you, do not deny it!”
“Well at least I was not blamed for it this time!” the butcher spoke.
“Wrong, he said he saw a knife, you could have easily thrown one and then took another one out!” the hiker replied.
“Wait why are you arguing with me, this means that he is accusing us of being accomplices,”
The detective stood up to get everyone’s attention.
“Excuse me. We still have one more person in the room.
Everyone turned to the bus passenger.
“I would like to state that I never did get off the bus. I saw who killed the mayor and I will reveal it at the end of my story…

I had been going on a cross country road trip for awhile, and it was nice to have someone else drive for a change when the trip was all over. As we passed the restaurant this is what happened, the hiker sat down at his table with his cell phone in one hand. The champagne-drinking wannabe was asking for more to drink, and the butcher was coming out with a steak and two knives. Then I blinked and the mayor fell over. The hiker quickly put his cell phone away under his jacket, while the butcher picked up the knives he dropped. His hands were trying to save the steak which is why he could only pick one knife up. The killer picked up the knife that was dropped and stabbed the mayor before anyone could realize that it was really a bullet that killed him.

“Then my good friend, who is the killer?” the detective asked.
“The killer is-

Jimmy stopped moving his fingers. That was enough for now; he would continue typing his story later.