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I may have stumbled onto a crime scene (1 Viewer)
- Thread starter Flying V
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Brave Sir Robin
Footballguy
Why don't you go out ahead of everyone and set up some Blair Witch Project gags and props on the trail for everyone just to keep things light? "Remember that poor girl that was teased for being different by all her friends? What was her name?? Namllup or something."
Come to think of it, we all might be Flyingv's plausible alibi.
Come to think of it, we all might be Flyingv's plausible alibi.
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JNox3
Footballguy
The sad part is it's going to be a long time before we know how flyingv actually died. Who is going to tell us when the funeral is?
Wooderson
Fight The Power
We can hire a psychic they can tell us where to send the flowers.The sad part is it's going to be a long time before we know how flyingv actually died. Who is going to tell us when the funeral is?
Brave Sir Robin
Footballguy
Wait! Did you just say flowers?We can hire a psychic they can tell us where to send the flowers.The sad part is it's going to be a long time before we know how flyingv actually died. Who is going to tell us when the funeral is?
Were they fragrant and delicate?? 
Wooderson
Fight The Power
yesyes they wereWait! Did you just say flowers?We can hire a psychic they can tell us where to send the flowers.The sad part is it's going to be a long time before we know how flyingv actually died. Who is going to tell us when the funeral is?
this mofo
e-mom
Footballguy
JAA
Footballguy
JAA
Footballguy
If you have his name/address/phone we can try looking up his address and find out about his residence. I think there are a couple real "investigator's" here who coul be more help than me.
JAA
Footballguy
I think you'reif you go into the woods with anyone without local police presence, especially after this story. Why don't you call your local police department and tell them this entire story. Get their opinion. Bill's psychic friend? I thought the psychic was recommended to him by someone on the police force.This is all starting to sound like
now.
BroncoFreak_2K3
sucker for Orange
shuke
Black Ice Skeptic
Bonzai
Footballguy
sounds like somebody needs to start a thread.
goonsquad
Think different.
No way, man. It's called a "double-cross" becaue you have to double his money to get him to cross his client. Double-cross. It's all right there in the name.Didn't you read the Perfect Auction article? Why double the fee if you can bid fee+$1? You're just throwing away money to look macho if you double.Of course, there's nothing to say that someone can't be a retired detective AND a hitman.If I were you, I'd tell the "detective" that you'll double his fee if he kills Bill instead. The old double-cross is a money move. Plus then you get to keep that awesome Pulman blanket!
ChampBailey24
Footballguy
I think the funnier fishing within a fishing thread is ChampBailey's "Psychics are real" schtick.
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comfortably numb
Footballguy
When you get back, see how far you can throw a Ritz cracker...
the rover
Footballguy
he's told that story here before. nasty business.it may have been pruned.
Buckychudd
Footballguy
pricklypete
Footballguy
C'mon Polecat, we need some filler between now and when flyinv's next of kin make the next post.
Polecat
Footballguy
I figured somebody would have remembered it.
the rover
Footballguy
made me even more freaked out by your avatar.
pricklypete
Footballguy
How about recounting the story for those of us who haven't heard it?
JAA
Footballguy
JAA
Footballguy
Polecat
Footballguy
It's done.
HarryManback
Hot Pead
Flying V
Footballguy
Sorry about the delayed update. Had to do some shopping before the kids got home from school.
We had agreed to meet in a parking lot at 9:30, and when I got there five minutes early, DT and Psychic Sam were already there discussing the case. DT looked like what you would expect a retired cop to look like (sort of like Brian Keith), but I was surprised to find that PS was actually a pretty young looking guy that looked like a Mormon dressed for a day of door knocking and evangelizing. I wish I had asked him what he did for a living.
Now when I was leaving the house this morning, I noticed it looked like rain, so I put on a cap that I haven’t worn in months. The cap has an embroidered emblem of Smokey the Bear on it that says “Only You” under it. As I introduced myself, PS looked at me kind of funny and turned to DT and said “There’s the hat.” DT said nothing and maintained a perfect poker face. PS explained to me that he was just telling DT that he figured a state trooper would provide an important clue to the case because he had repeatedly envisioned the words “Smokey Bear hat”. I thought to myself “Jeez, this guy’s gonna start messing with my head right off the bat!”
I suggested that we park one vehicle down where the blue trail meets the road and then drive another couple of miles up the dirt road to the top of the mountain. I explained that I wasn’t confident I could find the spot as easily coming from below, but from the ridge, I was pretty sure I could lead them right to it.
As I was driving them up the mountain in my truck, the conversation was mostly from PS. DT was stoic as an old Indian, and never let on that he thought PS was just a wack job. Then, out of the blue, PS turns to me and says “I sense that a male figure very close to you is frustrated that communicating with you has been difficult.”
What?! I’m quiet for a minute as I try to figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
Then PS says “Is your father suffering from Alzheimer’s?”
Actually, my father died about five years ago after dealing with Parkinson’s and, near the end, Alzheimer’s disease. I decided to play it close to the vest and just answered “My father has been deceased for some time now.”
PS: A son with Autism, maybe?
My ten year old son is autistic and didn’t say his first words until a year or two ago. Even now, he very rarely speaks. “Yes, I have an autistic son.” I glanced over at DT, but he was looking straight ahead and showing no cracks in that stone face of his.
Finally we reached the spot where the trail crosses the ridge road, and we got out and started walking down the mountain. It was about a twenty minute walk to where I thought we were getting close (I thought PS would ask to take the lead, but he seemed content to follow), and soon I realized I had passed the Rhododendron patch and I stopped to get my bearings. I spotted where the spring came back out of the ground and directed their attention uphill about eighty yards. “The game trail into the pool is on the left side of that patch up there.” DT checked for signal on his cell phone, pulled a small back pack off his shoulder, and instructed me to wait where I was while he and PS went up to investigate. I sat on a rock, lit a little cigar, and watched their progress.
They disappeared into the thick cover around the pool and after about five minutes, DT came back out and forced his way into another patch of thick cover a little ways farther along the hillside. Soon he reemerged and started exploring the brush on the opposite side of the Rhododendron patch. Then I heard a shout from PS. DT came back out of the brush, called out “What is it?”
P: Bones!
DT quickly crawled back into the tunnel to join PS at the pool. In less than a minute, they came back out, tried to get some of the mud off their knees, and started down the hill towards me. Suddenly DT stopped and turned around to PS, putting his hand on his chest to stop him. Then DT said something in a low voice accompanied with lots of hand gestures, PS nodded in affirmation, and they walked down to me.
When they got close to me, I was on my feet and I asked “Bones?!”
DT: Just part of a deer carcass.
ME: No blanket?
DT: No. Something must have dragged it off, or maybe somebody else found it. I don’t know.
ME: Nothing at all then?
DT: There’s been a lot of activity here over the years. We’re not going to get anything useful from around here.
In ten minutes, we were down the mountain and at DT’s Blazer. PS had very little to say for a change, and they drove me back up to my truck, thanked me, shook hands, and they were off. As soon as I got home, I called my sister and asked if she had ever mentioned Dad or my son to Bill when he was at her shop. When I told her why I was asking, she figured it was a pretty good possibility. I guess we’ll have to wait until Bill’s next hair appointment to find out anything I don’t already know. I hope my sister is good and nosey.
We had agreed to meet in a parking lot at 9:30, and when I got there five minutes early, DT and Psychic Sam were already there discussing the case. DT looked like what you would expect a retired cop to look like (sort of like Brian Keith), but I was surprised to find that PS was actually a pretty young looking guy that looked like a Mormon dressed for a day of door knocking and evangelizing. I wish I had asked him what he did for a living.
Now when I was leaving the house this morning, I noticed it looked like rain, so I put on a cap that I haven’t worn in months. The cap has an embroidered emblem of Smokey the Bear on it that says “Only You” under it. As I introduced myself, PS looked at me kind of funny and turned to DT and said “There’s the hat.” DT said nothing and maintained a perfect poker face. PS explained to me that he was just telling DT that he figured a state trooper would provide an important clue to the case because he had repeatedly envisioned the words “Smokey Bear hat”. I thought to myself “Jeez, this guy’s gonna start messing with my head right off the bat!”
I suggested that we park one vehicle down where the blue trail meets the road and then drive another couple of miles up the dirt road to the top of the mountain. I explained that I wasn’t confident I could find the spot as easily coming from below, but from the ridge, I was pretty sure I could lead them right to it.
As I was driving them up the mountain in my truck, the conversation was mostly from PS. DT was stoic as an old Indian, and never let on that he thought PS was just a wack job. Then, out of the blue, PS turns to me and says “I sense that a male figure very close to you is frustrated that communicating with you has been difficult.”
What?! I’m quiet for a minute as I try to figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
Then PS says “Is your father suffering from Alzheimer’s?”
Actually, my father died about five years ago after dealing with Parkinson’s and, near the end, Alzheimer’s disease. I decided to play it close to the vest and just answered “My father has been deceased for some time now.”
PS: A son with Autism, maybe?
My ten year old son is autistic and didn’t say his first words until a year or two ago. Even now, he very rarely speaks. “Yes, I have an autistic son.” I glanced over at DT, but he was looking straight ahead and showing no cracks in that stone face of his.
Finally we reached the spot where the trail crosses the ridge road, and we got out and started walking down the mountain. It was about a twenty minute walk to where I thought we were getting close (I thought PS would ask to take the lead, but he seemed content to follow), and soon I realized I had passed the Rhododendron patch and I stopped to get my bearings. I spotted where the spring came back out of the ground and directed their attention uphill about eighty yards. “The game trail into the pool is on the left side of that patch up there.” DT checked for signal on his cell phone, pulled a small back pack off his shoulder, and instructed me to wait where I was while he and PS went up to investigate. I sat on a rock, lit a little cigar, and watched their progress.
They disappeared into the thick cover around the pool and after about five minutes, DT came back out and forced his way into another patch of thick cover a little ways farther along the hillside. Soon he reemerged and started exploring the brush on the opposite side of the Rhododendron patch. Then I heard a shout from PS. DT came back out of the brush, called out “What is it?”
P: Bones!
DT quickly crawled back into the tunnel to join PS at the pool. In less than a minute, they came back out, tried to get some of the mud off their knees, and started down the hill towards me. Suddenly DT stopped and turned around to PS, putting his hand on his chest to stop him. Then DT said something in a low voice accompanied with lots of hand gestures, PS nodded in affirmation, and they walked down to me.
When they got close to me, I was on my feet and I asked “Bones?!”
DT: Just part of a deer carcass.
ME: No blanket?
DT: No. Something must have dragged it off, or maybe somebody else found it. I don’t know.
ME: Nothing at all then?
DT: There’s been a lot of activity here over the years. We’re not going to get anything useful from around here.
In ten minutes, we were down the mountain and at DT’s Blazer. PS had very little to say for a change, and they drove me back up to my truck, thanked me, shook hands, and they were off. As soon as I got home, I called my sister and asked if she had ever mentioned Dad or my son to Bill when he was at her shop. When I told her why I was asking, she figured it was a pretty good possibility. I guess we’ll have to wait until Bill’s next hair appointment to find out anything I don’t already know. I hope my sister is good and nosey.
ditka...mike ditka
Footballguy
ive been on edge since this was posted and its still not over 
pricklypete
Footballguy
You are so screwed.
Comb-Over Charlie
aka Juggernaut
You should go back up there alone and see what they found.
Hov34
Eephus's Great Great Great Love Child
Nigel Tufnel
Footballguy
[timtheenchanter] "Look at the bones!" [/timtheenchanter]
Flying V
Footballguy
DT said they didn't find anything. Am I being really naive here?
I've really enjoyed the story but this last bit was just a little too over the top.
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