Tuesday, January 10, 2012

It's Mysterious! Part Murder, the Tenth

With Jack and Franklin in a pile of two bodies on the floor, Gary the P and Calara made a dashing escape, interrupted briefly by Gary the P's untimely attempt at a surprise piggyback.

"Alright, where do we go now?" Calara panted, as they had just sprinted five miles in a general direction.

"C'mon! There's no time to lose!" Gary the P shouted.

"That didn't even come close to answering my question."

 "I know, it's just that I feel the need to insert cool catchphrases every once in a while, since I'm the hero of this narrative." Gary the P mumbled articulately.

"Fine by me. But seriously, where should we go? We have no leads on where Hubert might be, we only know he's in Springfield." Calara quietly screamed.

"At dawn, we ride..." Gary the P groaned ominously.

Before Calara could once again question Gary the P's level of mental stability, a brick smashed through the window of the coffee shop (they've been in a coffee shop). Calara leaped to it, bent over, extended her arm using her tricep muscles, opened her grip, closed her fingers around the brick, retracted her biceps to bring her arm back, rotated the brick, and saw there was a small slip of paper attached to it.

"I know who you are. Do you know who I am?

XOXO - "Hubert"

"So what could this mean?" Gary the P said with an upward inflection in his voice towards the end of the sentence.

"I'm guessing Hubert's one step ahead of us. It's like he's toying with us..." Calara said exactly like the reader would expect her to say it.

"So what does that mean?"

"We've got someone who doesn't really care if he's caught. He's killing these mayors either for the fun of it, or because he really doesn't believe in local government..." Calara said.

"So what would that mean?"

Ignoring Gary the P's broken state of mind, Calara began pacing feverishly.

"You know, Hubert must've been the one who threw that brick... so he's GOT to be somewhere nearby... Gary the P, see if there are any footprints he may have left."

Gary the P hopped outside and took a look at the pavement.

"Calara, I think I see something... There are black marks on the pavement far apart enough to show that he was running. The pattern looks like a New Balance 411 tennis shoe sole. With every right shoeprint, it's heavily indented on the right side, leading me to believe he might have a limp that causes him to land on that side first when he moves. However, the other black marks are defined enough to tell me that these are brand new shoes that haven't been worn down. I say we conduct a search to see what stores have sold New Balance 411's in the past three days to men with a limp in their right leg. That will for sure lead us to Hubert, or at least give us his image." Gary the P said.

Swooning with admiration from Gary the P's sudden burst of genius, Calara pecked him on the cheek. Unfortunately, this triggered a mental revert for Gary the P, and he forgot the past three minutes of his life.

"Come on, let's do it!" Calara said enthusiastically. "I mean search for the shoe stores," she added after she noticed Gary the P's primal instincts kicking in.


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