“The guy told me there would be a murder,” said George, the night manager. “He never said he would do it.”
“I want you to tell me everything that happened,” Plotnik said. The investigation had gone on for a few hours, but a resolution was still not decided.
“OK, so last night, this guy, Roger, comes in to the station raving about some murder about to happen. Well, I, never the one to resist danger, decided we should go to the house. We came to the house and talked to the wife, she seemed nice, but we couldn’t get in without a warrant. So, just as we are about to come back, Roger decides he needs to go to the bedroom window. So, he climbed up the lattice, while I stayed down. Next thing I heard was a scream, followed by silence. I ran into the house and upstairs, to find Roger and the man dead, while the poor wife was raving.”
“OK, so the way I hear it is, you stole a police car to drive a madman to someone’s house, then helped them get in and kill somebody.” Plotnik said.
“Well, I was trying to help, the man seemed very serious. If there was a murder, I wanted to stop it.”
“I’ve heard enough from you. George, go home, you’re fired.”
“Where the hell is Richardson? Has anyone found him?”
“He’s on his way, he just called in,” Carter said.
“Well well, late again, big surprise.”