Detective Marsh Mysteries
Detective Marsh Case # M-91301
"I give up, why the hell did we get called out on this?" asked Marsh.
"Because it is a dead body and although I'm not positive at this point I'm pretty sure it was murder," smiled Dr. Gigner.
"Come on funny man, we've had a lot of strange cases but even we don't investigate dead horses!" sneered Marsh.
"You might want to walk around the equine and view it from my side!"
Marsh and Grew walked around the legs of the dead horse to where they could view the top of the saddle. "Son of a …"
"Yep, that's a dead woman who is mostly under the horse. Here comes the winch truck, should have her out in a few moments," grinned Dr. Gigner.
The three men watched as the body of the horse was first lifted up off the woman then set into a large dump truck to be carted off. "Where is old Seabiscuit going?" remarked Grew.
"Probably to the local meat processors," said Gigner.
"Ah, that ain't going to be next week's lunch is it?"
"No," chuckled the assistant coroner, "It'll be processed into dog food."
"You might want to hold off on that," said Marsh.
"Why?" asked Doctor Gigner.
"Well judging by the bullet hole in her head, I'm curious to know if the poor horse was shot also."
"But Marty we don't have the facilities to autopsy a horse!" shouted Gigner.
"I know this is Chicago and there ain't too many horses roaming around anymore, but we have to preserve the evidence, put him in some kind of cold storage facility until you can get to him."
"I don't know, some meat packing plant!"
"Can't, that would be a violation of the health code!" insisted Gigner.
"Yeah like a meat processing factory is a healthy place to begin with!" snickered Grew.
"Then some cold storage place for goods, don’t they still store women's furs for the summer?" said Marsh.
"Marty I think you're living about forty years behind the times. Most of the stuff you see today is fake, thank goodness. I think there is a place outside of the city that has cold storage for various merchandise for companies, worse case they might be able to put the unfortunate gelding into a refrigerated truck."
"Good, just handle it," said Marsh as he began a closer examination of the dead woman. "Ah, small wallet in her rear jeans pocket. Jeanette Towsoner, twenty-six, white female, lives in an expensive neighborhood," whistled Marty reading the woman's driver's license.
"Towsoner, shit, I think that's Alderman Towsoner's wife!" remarked Gigner.
"Oh crap, that jerk!" remarked Marsh. "Tell you what Doc, Grew and I will handle the horse, you go tell that pompous ass his young trophy wife won't be needing anymore money for horse feed!"
"That's OK Marty, I'll stick to the cutting up, you can deal with the windbags!"
Marsh and Grew drove over to the Alderman's house and sat outside for several moments before exiting their vehicle to take the dreaded walk to inform the city official of the demise of his wife. "Good morning, can I help you guys?" said the man answering the front door.
"Yes, Alderman Towsoner, I am Lt. Marsh and this is Sgt. Grewecski, we are Homicide detectives, may we come in for a moment?"
"Certainly, how can I be of service to the police?"
"This is never an easy task aldermen, but unfortunately we need to inform you that your wife, Jeanette, is dead," said Marsh.
The alderman's face grew white as if all the blood had been drained, he couldn't speak, finally he flopped onto a couch and began to sob loudly. "Daddy! Daddy, what's wrong?" shouted a young woman running into the room responding to her father's loud crying. "Who are you guys?"
"We are homicide detectives and you are?" asked Marsh.
"Cynthia. So what did you say to my father?"
"It's about your mother."
"My mother died years ago!"
"Oh, sorry, then your step-mother Jeanette has been killed."
"Oh boo hoo, the bitch is dead!" chortled Cynthia.
"Cynthia, even at a time like this you can't be civil!" shouted her father rising to his feet. "Gentlemen, what happened?"
"She was found on the Golden Riding Trails, apparently she was shot and her horse was laying dead on top of her, we assume he also was shot," explained Marsh.
"Oh hell, Liberty is dead!" cried Cynthia with tears in her eyes.
"Sure, you cry for the damn horse!" sneered Alderman Towsoner.
"Better than crying for that money-grubbing snotty-bitch! Poor Liberty, I knew I shouldn't have let her ride him," cried Cynthia leaving the room in tears.
"Please excuse my daughter she's had that horse since it was a colt. She could ride him like no one's business, but I had to have him cut in order to turn him into a family horse. Her and my second wife as you can see did not get along very well."
"So you were a widower?" asked Grew.
"Yes, my wife passed from cancer several years ago, it hit Cynthia very hard, in fact old Liberty was her closest friend. She ran away after her mother died, we couldn't find her for almost two days, she had been sleeping in the stall with the horse. When I remarried she ran away again. Jeanette could be a sweet and caring wife but her and Cynthia were thunder and lightening from the very start, I tried to balance my love for both but probably, as is usually the case in such circumstances, I failed."
"Well again, sorry for your loss, we will speak again in the near future. Do you know of any enemies that might have wished your wife harm?" asked Marsh.
"No, although she could be a little snooty, she was harmless, more than likely this was an attack on me."
"You saying some political opposition did this?" asked Grew.
"Let's just say I've voted against some big money who put me into office and one thing about the upper five percent, they don't like being disappointed," said Towsoner.
"Well perhaps you can send us a list of possibles so we can turn over some rocks," smiled Marsh shaking hands with the grieving husband.
"What do you make of that?" asked Grew as the two detectives got back into their car.
"He had the look and feel of legitimately being upset about the loss of his wife, but than again he is a politician," smiled Marsh starting up the car. "The daughter interests me!"
"Think she took out mommy dearest?"
"Something in her voice didn't seem too surprised about finding out her stepmother had just bought it."
"She appeared to really be upset about the horse!" remarked Grew as they drove away from the house.
"Yeah, that's what bothers me the most, why shoot the damn horse?" said Marsh.
As Marsh and Grew entered the Homicide offices the next morning they were stopped by Captain Evans. "I hate to be a nag, but don't bother getting comfortable!"
"Nag, funny man!" mumbled Marsh. "What's up Bobby?"
"Alderman Towsoner's house was burgled last night, need you to see if the is there is any connection between it and the wife being murdered."
"What did they get?" asked Grew as the two detectives entered the Towsoner residence.
"Hell even I can see it was amateur night!" remarked Towsoner as he led them into the den. "You can see where they smashed the glass on that French door over there to gain access to the house."
"They sure made a mess!" commented Marsh looking for clues.
"Anything of value missing?"
"No, apparently they tried to get into my safe as you can see by the gouges, but they failed. My guess is they got pissed off and just started to damage stuff as the fled."
"It doesn't sound like one of your political enemies might have hired such a boob. How did you make out with that list? Whoa, Sensade Media, they backed your election?" said Marsh reading the paper Towsoner handed him.
"Yes and they are my number one pick for coming after me."
"What did you do?" asked Marsh.
"More like what I didn't do. I didn't go along with the crowd and essentially because of it they didn't get the monopoly residential communications deal that they wanted," explained Towsoner.
"I take it they lost a chance at millions?" asked Grew.
"Tens to hundreds of millions!"
"That'd be a good reason to send someone after you but to kill your wife, that's a bit of a gang mentality ain't it?" said Marsh.
"Don't be fooled detective, just because businessmen wear three piece suits and thousand dollar watches doesn't mean they're not just one step above gutter trash. They are worse, in the streets they do what they do out of limited choices, in the corporate world they do it because they can and they really believe that they are entitled. No morals at all!"
"Well I guess we'll start by nosing around Sensade Media Group, but don't stop thinking about someone closer to home. This has all the signs of anger, not get even time," smiled Marsh shaking hands with Towsoner.
"We going over to the cable TV giant and rattle some heads," chuckled Grew as they walked back to their car.
"Love to but we'd never find out any answers going straight up the middle, time for an end-around, I'll call our favorite mole."
"Watts? He's such a sleazy weasel!"
"Well that's exactly what we need!" chuckled Marsh driving away from the Towsoner house.
"Gee lunch with the big shot detectives of Homicide, must want something very big from me?" laughed Adams Watts, reporter for the Midwestern Herald and Times.
"What do you know about Sensade Media Group?" asked Marsh as the waitress brought their lunch entrées.
"Oh hell, big time trouble is what you're asking for, total corporate scumbags, would steal your Grannie's last dime if given half a chance."
"Think they are capable of burglary and murder?" asked Grew.
"Yes, wouldn't put it past them, they are what puts the slime in capitalism, no moral compass, no humanity, all about the money. Who'd they kill?"
"Not sure, maybe Mrs. Towsoner," whispered Marsh.
"Don't forget the horse," chuckled Grew.
"Wow, I don't know what to say. I can ask my street contacts but I don't see even them scumbags doing that sort of thing. The Alderman maybe, but the trophy wife, don't see the point, he already voted them down and it'll take a year before the vote can come up again, they'd be better off setting him up with some hooker or something to get him to resign before next year," said Watts.
"Well see what you can find out," said Marsh.
"I don't see them killing the horse either!" said Watts stuffing the free lunch into his mouth as he still talked.
"Why?" asked Marsh.
"Tom Brixtonner, the CEO of Sensade, is a horse fan, his wife and daughter compete in shows all the time, he has a bundle sunk into their hay burners, can't see him sanctioning hitting a horse."
"Unless we are talking about an amateur hit-man," remarked Marsh.
Three days later in the early afternoon Marsh and Grew sat in their car along Mason Park observing Cynthia Towsoner. "Ah ha, enter the love interest!" commented Marsh as they saw a young man in his twenties meet up with Cynthia and watched as the couple began to hug, kiss and grope.
"Think that's our amateur?" said Grew.
"Watts couldn't find anything on the streets and those corporate types wouldn't entrust such a matter to some bozo street punk. It's got to be an inside job."
"Why didn't Cynthia just get the combination to daddy's safe, why risk getting caught with some half-assed smash and grab job?"
"I'm guessing if it is him, the robbery was all his idea, hell she has to know where the good stuff is in the house even if she couldn't get the combination to the safe," said Marsh.
"How we going to play this?" asked Grew.
"Find out what we can on this boyfriend then read the riot act to both of them, see if we can shake something loose."
"Any luck?" asked Captain Evans the next morning as Marsh and Grew sat at their desks.
"Followed the kid to his parent's house and pulled the house records off the Internet, little tracing and now we have his name, William James Zagget. Twenty-three, barely graduated county college. Flipped burgers for a awhile, two busts for weed, caught with stolen goods and assault on a female minor," read Marsh.
"Do any time?" asked Evans.
"Ninety days on the molestation charges."
"What the hell is this Cynthia girl doing with such a loser?" said Evans.
"No accounting for taste," chuckled Grew.
"Yeah I always ask your wife that!" laughed detective Hobbs as he joined the men. "Seems like Ms. Cynthia is no stranger to the system."
"How's that?" asked Marsh.
"Two busts for weed, along with her friend Billy and step-mommy called the cops when Cynthia took her credit card for a fun afternoon at the mall."
"She get jail?" asked Evans.
"No, daddy alibied her, said he told her she could use the card, just a big family misunderstanding," chuckled Hobbs.
"Would have liked to hear that dinner time discussion that night," laughed Grew.
"What are you thinking Marty?" asked Captain Evans.
"Grew and I need to go have a conversation with Billy's parents, see if they are as keen on Cynthia as their son is, maybe they can give us some insight to the relationship."
Marsh and Grew arrived at the home of Mr. & Mrs. Zagget. "Yes, what do you need?" asked the man answering the front door.
"Mr. Zagget, I am Lt. Marsh and this is Sgt Grewecski, we are Homicide detectives and need to speak with you and your wife regarding Cynthia Towsoner."
"Tina, come in here please," shouted Mr. Zagget as he led the detectives into the living room.
"We were wondering what you can tell us about the relationship of your son Billy and Cynthia Towsoner," said Marsh.
"She's nothing but trouble!" snapped Mrs. Zagget taking a seat beside her husband.
"I know in my years of experience that mothers tend to protect their sons, could you be more specific."
"Listen Marsh I don't appreciate your attitude!" said Mr. Zagget.
"I didn't mean anything by it but honestly I really don't care, I'm investigating a homicide which means you need to tell me what you know, facts, not feelings!" insisted Marsh.
"Well she got him arrested with marijuana!" shouted Mrs. Zagget.
"Come on, your son most likely didn't need her help in smoking some weed. I'm not interested in anything of that nature. Did they ever mention anything about her stepmother, say anything about violence against her?"
"No I can't say we ever heard anything of that nature, although she made it clear she hated the woman."
"Do you think we can look around your son's room?" asked Marsh.
"Sure if it'll help straighten out this matter," said Mr. Zagget.
Ten minutes later the detectives exited Billy's room.
"Find anything interesting!" sneered the mother.
"No, just the usual young man's paraphernalia," mumbled Marsh.
"Like what?" asked the father.
"Oh you know, condoms, rolling papers and cheap cologne!" chuckled Marsh. "Do you have a basement, perhaps a garden shed?"
After a detailed search of the basement the detectives headed outside and were led by both parents to the rusting metal shed in the far right corner of the ample backyard.
After several minutes of searching Grew yelled out, "Gun partner!" The parents stood gasping as Marsh carefully removed a loaded rifle with attached scope and placed it into a large plastic yard bag he took from Mr. Zagget's potting shed.
"What does this mean?" asked Mrs. Zagget.
"Well it could mean that your son may have killed Mrs. Towsoner," said Marsh.
"Where is he at?" said Grew.
"He works as a lifeguard every summer at the country club about two miles from here," said Mr. Zagget.
"Should we get him a lawyer?" asked the mother.
"As he is over twenty-one, he gets to decide that option, but I'd start looking for one, just in case," said Marsh as he and Grew headed towards the car. Before starting the car Marsh called Captain Evans and told him to have Billy Zagget and Cynthia Towsoner brought into the Homicide offices. Two hours later Marsh and Grew sat in Interview room # 3 with Billy Zagget. "So Billy what do you have to say for yourself?"
"You're saying you have no idea what you're doing here?" said Marsh.
"That's about it, not a clue."
"What about Jeanette Towsoner?"
"What about her?"
"Come on Billy, give it up!" shouted Grew.
"Give what up, you guys on drugs or what?"
"You know all about drugs don't you Billy. Did Cynthia ask you to shoot her stepmother?" asked Marsh.
"What? No, she didn't!"
"So the whole thing was your idea then. Why, to get you closer to Cynthia? You guys having sex yet?"
"Wait a minute, you're thinking I killed Cynthia's stepmother?"
"That's the first intelligent thing you've said so far!" sneered Marsh.
"Look I don't know what the hell you're trying to say here but I had nothing to do with the woman's death. Cynthia and I were doing our thing when she got shot!"
"Oh yeah and where was this?" said Grew getting in Billy's face.
"We were parked out by the old fire road near Mason's park."
"That's not too far from Golden Riding Trails. What'd you do, have some sex to work up the courage then lay in the bushes with your rifle. Why the horse?" asked Marsh.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't have any rifle!" insisted Billy.
"Problem!" smiled Marsh.
"We found this rifle in your father's garden shed," said Marsh sliding an 8x10 photo of the evidence found at the Zagget house. "Care to explain?"
"It ain't mine, I swear!"
"Tell you what, why don't we take a break and while we are gone you try to come up with a good story on how that rifle got into your shed!" said Marsh.
"You think he'll give it up?" asked Evans meeting up with Marsh and Grew in the hallway.
"I'm thinking he's going to use the lawyer word any minute now," said Marsh.
"Well better see if you can get anything out of Cynthia!" said Evans. After grabbing some coffee, Marsh and Grew entered Interview room #1 to talk with Cynthia Towsoner.
"Seems like your buddy Billy is getting pretty nervous. You want to give us some facts?" said Marsh.
"About what? Why the hell am I here!"
"Look Cynthia, we found the rifle hidden in the garden shed at Billy's house. Maybe you can tell us why he hid it there?" said Marsh.
"What rifle, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Why did you want Billy to kill your stepmother?" asked Grew, getting a bit aggressive with the young woman.
"You guys are nuts, I want to talk to my father!"
"Sorry, you're not a minor anymore, your choices are talk to us now or have an attorney present," said Marsh.
"Call my father, I'm done talking!"
Marsh and Grew left the room without saying a word. "You going to call her father?" asked Evans as Marsh and Grew entered the Observation room.
"I thought I'd give her some time to cool her jets and then take another run at her," said Marsh as Hobbs entered the room.
"Didn't she ask for a lawyer?" said Grew.
"Actually she never did, she asked for her father."
"Same thing!" grinned Hobbs.
"How's that," said Evans.
"Ah, he's downstairs, fit to be tied and by the way, Alderman Towsoner, is a lawyer!" said Hobbs.
"Oh shit!" remarked Marsh.
"Get her father slash lawyer up here and we'll go from there!" ordered Captain Evans.
"Boo Marty, you missed that one!" snickered Hobbs as he watched Cynthia on one of the monitors.
"I'll recover, don't you worry!" said Marsh storming out of the Observation room.
Entering Interview room number three. "Billy we just got done talking with Cynthia, you want to give us your side of the murder of Jeanette Towsoner?"
"Bite me cop, she didn't tell you anything because there is nothing to tell!" shouted Billy. Marsh didn't say a word and took his exit in haste.
"Marty, Alderman Towsoner is in with his daughter," said Grew as Marsh entered the hallway.
"OK, let's do it."
"Gentlemen this is absolutely absurd, you must release my daughter at once!"
"Hold on there a minute, we still need her to answer some questions," responded Marsh.
"And if I advise my client not to talk to you?"
"Then she will be arrested and charged with the murder of her stepmother."
"On what basis?"
"We found the possible murder weapon at the residence of her boyfriend and we have witnesses that can confirm her hatred of her stepmother which is enough to hold her on suspicion until we get the results of the rifle tests," said Marsh.
Father and daughter exchanged whispers into each other's ears. "Fine, you may ask your questions but I retain the right to stop the interviewing immediately!" sneered Towsoner.
"Cynthia where were you at the time your stepmother was shot?"
"Billy and I were parked along the fire road by Mason's park."
"And you were ..."
"Exchanging recipes, what the hell do you think?"
"And Billy never left your sight?" asked Grew.
"I think I would have noticed that," chuckled Cynthia.
"Well I did some checking and found out that the rifle we found at Billy's house once belonged to your grandfather, I assume it belongs to you Alderman?"
"So Cynthia, how did Billy get a hold of it?"
"I'm sure I have no idea."
"Did you give it to him?" asked Grew.
"Did he know where your father kept it?"
"He may have seen it when he was at my house, it was in the gun cabinet along with several other guns."
"I inherited several antique shotguns along with the hunting rifle in question but they are kept in a locked gun cabinet," said Mr. Towsoner.
"And where do you keep the key?" asked Grew.
"In the top desk drawer," said Towsoner.
"And did Billy know that?" asked Marsh.
"He may have."
"He showed an interest in the guns one day and I showed them to him. He might have seen me take the key out of the desk draw," groaned Towsoner realizing his mistake.
"Brilliant," mumbled Grew.
"When did this happen?" asked Marsh.
"About a month ago," responded Towsoner.
"So Billy had opportunity to take the rifle, didn't you noticed that it was missing?" asked Marsh.
"Actually the cabinet is in my den and I haven't had much time to relax and read in the past few months, so I never noticed."
"What about you Cynthia, did you notice?" asked Marsh.
"No, I have no reason to go into my father's den."
"So as neither of you go into that room, how the hell did Billy know there were guns in that den in the first place?" asked Marsh.
"I might have told him," said Cynthia.
"You might have told him, why would you mention it?"
"I don't remember, it just came up in conversation!"
"Oh you mean like let's kill my wicked stepmother, we can use the one of the guns in my father's den?"
"Up yours cop!" shouted Cynthia.
"Cynthia, calm down!" said Towsoner. "But why were you talking about guns?"
"I don't remember, don't you start your inquisition shit now!"
"So why did guns come up in your conversation?" asked Grew.
"Alright, I said I really hated that bitch and Billy joked about getting a gun and shooting her. But we would never do it, it was just talk, she had pissed me off that day and I was still very angry!"
"You ungrateful little slut, you did kill you poor mother!" shouted Towsoner.
"Stepmother and no I didn't kill her!"
"Did Billy?" shouted Marsh.
"No! Damn it, I thought you were suppose to be my lawyer!" cried Cynthia staring at her father.
"Not anymore, ashamedly I'm still your father. I will leave now and call you an attorney, I can no longer represent you!" shouted Mr. Towsoner as he left the Interview room.
After several moments of silence. " Well, well, looks like you're finally a full adult. So what's it going to be, full confession or wait until your new lawyer shows up?" grinned Marsh.
"Lawyer!" answered Cynthia.
"Have her and Billy boy booked partner, murder one, conspiracy to commit and whatever else the you can think of, all we need is to hold her until the wheels of justice across the street start moving. After we get the paperwork on the rifle testing I'll hand carry the case over to the Prosecutor's office," grinned Marsh.
"Well it looks like you put another one to bed in record time," smiled Captain Evans as Marsh entered the Observation room.
"So how come I'm not happy!" moaned Marsh flopping into one of the leather desk chairs.
"It's not a happy moment, some girl and her hook-up buddy took the life of her stepmother. Bitch or not she didn't deserve to be killed," said Evans. "You brought some closure to the Alderman."
"I didn't do it for him!"
"The horse!" laughed Marsh.
A month later Marsh and Grew were sitting in their favorite restaurant for lunch. "So looks like the prosecutor is throwing the book at Cynthia and Billy, I hear the trial starts next week," said Grew.
"Yeah, but I'm still not happy about it."
"I didn't expect you would be, it's so sad all the way around."
"Not what I meant," mumbled Marsh.
"Ah hell, I know that Martin Marsh look!"
"Oh yeah, which one is that?"
"The one that thinks the guy in jail is innocent!"
"I guess we have been partners too long!" smiled Marsh.
"I don't know, the look of terror in Cynthia's eyes."
"Well, with the prospect of spending the rest of one's life in jail it can be pretty daunting and fearful."
"No, that's not it. I just got the vibe she was telling the truth, she was screwing her friend Billy while stepmommy was buying it."
They ate in silence for a few minutes. "Son-of-a ..., look at who that is across the street?" said Marsh.
"Alderman Towsoner, ain't seen him in a while."
"Yeah and look at the fine young arm candy he's strutting along with!"
"My oh my, he do like em' young, don't he!" chuckled Grew.
"Think she's been in the closet for a time?"
"You saying he iced trophy wife to make space for this babe?" said Grew.
"Yeah but to frame his own daughter?"
"Hey he's what mid to late forties, that sex thing can't be more than days older than Cynthia. He knows if he brings that one home his daughter will have a melt down!"
"Yeah but Marty, could he be cold enough to let his flesh and blood go to jail so he can play slap and tickle me with that new squeeze, that's really ice cold partner!"
"Hey if he killed the woman he supposedly loved, I don't think his daughter going to jail would stop him!" said Marsh. "Let's get going and find out what they have on today's agenda."
The two detectives followed the couple for the rest of the day. "Great, forty-seven thousand stores in the mall and they must have stopped at every one," groused Grew.
"Stop exaggerating, it's only been twelve stores, it just seems like a hundred," laughed Marsh ducking behind a large white pillar to avoid eye contact with the Alderman.
"Finally, back to the car, my legs are sore!"
"You need to take the wife and kids out more, too much sitting behind a desk," chuckled Marsh starting up his car. "Wonder where to now?"
"The inevitable motel I hope!" snickered Grew.
Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a modest but well kept house. "Ah, that must be her place," remarked Marsh.
"Guess we'll be here all night!" said Grew.
"Got an idea," said Marsh taking out his cell phone. "Yes hello this is detective Marsh, I was wondering could I speak to the Alderman? Oh is that so, well I won't bother him, I'll catch him next week, thank you!"
"Who did you call?"
"His office, seems like the dirty old man is taking the cheerleader up to his hunting cabin for the weekend!"
"Oh hell, I'm not going to see my wife tonight am I?"
"Well we can follow them or I can take you home, make some calls to track down the location of this love cabin and make the run alone, if you'd rather."
"Sure use guilt on me!"
"Tell you what, I'll find out where this place is at, we both go home for a few hours and let the love birds get settled in the cabin, then we'll go prowling around the joint about midnight and see what they are up to?"
"Sounds like a plan, at least it'll give me time to pack a few sandwiches," laughed Grew as Marsh drove away from the house. Around eleven that night Marsh stopped his car in Blue Mound State Park.
"You want to remind me why we drove three hours to Wisconsin to spy on these horny people," yawned Grew.
"I just think he's dirt and I want to prove he killed his wife and get those kids out of jail!" said Marsh.
"Oh yeah, now I remember," groaned Grew as he tried to stretch his sore muscles after getting out of the passenger side of the car. "So what are we going to do, peeping tom stuff?"
"Got any better ideas?"
"Yes actually, let's knock on the door and ask if they have any coffee!" smiled Grew as they crept alongside the elaborate one story cabin. "I see a light towards the back right side."
"Oh my, how interesting," chuckled Marsh.
"What the hell is that leather thing he's wearing?"
"Don't you know?"
"No Marty, I don't. What the hell is it?"
"It's called those little leather shorts with the hole in the front for your junk to hang out of pants!"
"Gee she has a matching pair!" snickered Grew.
"Yeah and I like her junk better than his," laughed Marsh.
"Too bad they couldn't afford any tops to go with the pants!"
"What in the hell are they doing!"
"I think she is dominating him!" smiled Grew.
"Oh I'm glad you clarified that for me, I thought maybe she was whipping the shit out of him!"
"Hey Marty, how come his pants don't have any back to them?"
"I really don't want to know."
"Look Marty, she's got a syringe, think they're dopers? Shit, this is a rough call, do we bust them or what?"
"Hey they are adults doing their thing, not for us to interfere."
"What if there is poison in that needle?"
"Hell you had to say that! Damn it!" exclaimed Marsh as he led them around to the front door then started to knock loudly.
They were taken aback as the young voluptuous woman answered the door without covering up the crotchless leather bustier. "Yeah, what the hell do you two want, come to join in the fun?"
"I need to talk to Alderman Towsoner."
"Sorry, he's a bit busy, come back after 10 AM."
"Now!" insisted Marsh as he pushed past the woman. Suddenly she made a stabbing motion towards Marsh's neck with the syringe. "Marty!" shouted Grew grabbing the woman's arm in mid-swing. She resisted but had no luck releasing herself from Grew's steel grip. He used his six foot three height to lift her off the ground, removed the needle from her hand then let her fall to the floor. She groaned loudly as her almost naked body contacted the inflexible wood flooring, while Marsh rushed into the master bedroom to the rear of the building.
"He's still alive, I'll call an ambulance. Oh yeah, thanks for the save!"
"Anytime," said Grew keeping a close eye on the woman as she lay face down on the floor.
Three days later Marsh and Grew sat in Interview room number one with Towsoner's newest girlfriend Andrea Newton. "So Miss Newton, where did you and Towsoner meet?" asked Marsh.
"A campaign function, it was instantly hotness, if you know what I mean," grinned Newton.
"So this affair was going on while Jeanette Towsoner was alive?"
"For months and months."
"Just before we knocked on the cabin door you were giving Towsoner an injection, what was that about?" asked Marsh.
"In our little game we found that some speed enhanced the love making and certainly gave it longevity," chuckled Newton.
"According to the hospital there was enough dosage in that needle for five or six people, you were getting rid of your little playmate. How come?"
"What about her?"
"He couldn't keep quiet, said after our last weekend of fun he was going to resign from office and turn himself in to you guys."
"So he was going to rat you out?"
"He said he'd take the entire blame but he really couldn't be trusted, he was a very weak man. He was upset because that little creep he called a daughter was in jail."
"So you decided to kill him just in case he squealed that you were a part of the killing of Jeanette Towsoner," said Marsh.
"Like I said, he really was a little sissy boy at heart. After he missed and hit the damn horse, I had to take over for him. He was disgusting, sobbing and feeling all emotional and feeble."
"So you shot Jeanette Towsoner?"
"Yes, damn good shot too, the horse stood upright for a moment after being shot, then started to fall over. I grabbed the rifle from Towsoner, then as the bitch was sliding off the saddle, I nailed her in the head just before the horse collapsed and landed on top of her," smiled Newton.
Marsh and Grew walked down the hallway and into the Observation room. "Nice one Marty," said Captain Evans. As they exchanged high fives, Hobbs and Greymor clapped and whistled. "Guess you were right about the two young lovers."
"Speaking of that, call the Prosecutor and have her cancel the upcoming trial and get those kids out of jail ASAP! Tell her not to worry, I have two swinging adults to take their places. Hobbs, you and Greymor get over to the hospital, as soon as that dirtbag Towsoner wakes up, arrest his ass for murder," ordered Marsh.
"I would have thought you'd like that pleasantry Lieutenant," chuckled Hobbs.
"No that's OK, my smile will come when I see those two kids get the hell out of jail."
Justice moves slowly and finally two weeks later Cynthia and Billy were released from county jail. As he was in jail, Cynthia's father was not there to meet them, but Marsh and Grew were standing outside wearing large smiles.
"Guess you heard your father ain't coming," said Grew.
"That rat bastard, hope he finds some, special friends, while in prison," sneered Cynthia showing her disgust. "Bad enough he did what he did to Jeanette, but to frame me and Billy. Can't believe he actually staged that robbery at the house and put that rifle in Billy's father's shed."
"Well what are you two going to do?"
"Well, my real mother left me a few dollars in trust. I get it all on my next birthday, we were thinking of going to Vegas to get married, then maybe live out in California."
"Well you might want to adjust those plans, I have something to show you," said Marsh opening up the back door for the couple.
"What is it?"
"Now, now, it's a surprise!" laughed Marsh.
After several miles of driving they neared Golden Trails stables. "Detective Marsh, I can't go in there anymore. It will make me cry thinking about poor Liberty," sobbed Cynthia.
"Trust me kid, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you," said Marsh as he led them into the stables.
"Oh my god! It's Liberty, but how?"
"The day your stepmother came for her ride, Liberty had a bruised fetlock from your ride the day before."
"Yes, I thought his back shoes were loose and he acted like he was in pain, so I took it easy getting him back to the barn and then I called the blacksmith and the veterinarian."
"Yes and they arrived here the next morning just before Jeanette came to ride him. They told her it was out of the question and she threw a hissy fit about not being able to ride. The stable keeps a few older horses here for the kids and novices to ride so she took one of them out on the trail. It was still sad he was shot but the horse she was riding was about ready to be put down because of old age and blindness," explained Marsh.
"Well Liberty has many good years left in him, maybe it's time we all headed out west," said Cynthia hugging the horse by its head.
"Oh great," laughed Billy, "Now we will have to buy a horse trailer."
"Hey," smiled Marsh, "Maybe you can ride him to Vegas!"
- The End -
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