Red Onion Saloon: A Short Story

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SUMMARY OF BOOK 2
The brutal slaying of Katherine Lincoln filled the citizens of Jackson Heights, with terror. Although they checked every clue, several days later they were no closer to finding the murderer than they were the morning they discovered Katherine’s lifeless body in a pool of blood. Still, they continued looking for the murderer.
BOOK 2
Entering the Red Onion Saloon, the bartender asked, “Hey, guys, how’s it going? You look beat, been a long day.” “You might say that in our line of work, we’re always busy. Send us over the usual,” Detective Wallace said, noticing two officers sitting in a booth and stopped to chat. “How’s the murder investigation going?” One of them asked. Shaking his head, Detective Johnson said, …show more content…

The family loved it,” the officer said, referring to a recent ball game the families from the station attended. “We’ll see you, buddy. Here comes Linda with our drinks,” Detective Johnson said, sitting in the booth. A woman sitting at the counter, staring in their direction got their attention. Finishing her drink, she went over and asked, “Excuse me, are you the detectives investigating Katherine Lincoln’s murder?”
“Yes, ma’am, we are. I’m Detective Wallace, and this is my partner Detective Johnson. Did you know Mrs. Lincoln?” “Sure, and she’s was a lovely person. I live across the street from her. My name is Connie Lucas. I want to tell you what I heard the other day,” she said, playing with her keys
“Okay, what did you hear?” The detective asked, inviting her to join them.
“Last week, when I came home the gardener was standing out front yelling at Katherine, ‘You’re brainless, and have no idea what you …show more content…

Do you know what the gardener said?”
“What did he say?” Detective Wallace asked.
“He said, ‘If you don’t pay me, I’ll cut your flowers down, and while I’m doing that, I might cut a chunk off your fat rear end. What do you think he meant?” Mrs. Lucas asked, without waiting for an answer, she said, “He was planning to kill her.” Ignoring her, Detective Johnson asked, “When does he cut the lawn?” “He’ll cut it tomorrow morning,” she said holding her keys in her hand as if she wanted to leave.
“Thank you for your help,” Detective Wallace said, finishing his drink.
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On the way to the office, they discussed the case, Detective Johnson said, “Since, you always know the guilty party long before anyone else does. Who do you think murdered Mrs. Lincoln?” “Yeah, you must admit that I’m usually correct. For some reason this case is different there are too many unanswered questions,” Detective Wallace boasted. “I’ll give you that one. How do you do it?” He asked, admiring his partner’s ability to predict the guilty person in most of their

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