"Okay. I know my rights. I get to make one phone call," said henchman Mark Wilson, as he was ushered into the Moon Lake Police Department between two officers, each handcuffed to him.
"True, but you haven't been officially charged or booked yet. We have 24 hours to do so. Until then, you're our guest," replied Officer Samson Carter, as they walked Wilson to a holding cell. While what he told the suspect was accurate, the truth of the matter was that they didn't want him contacting Dieter Wilhelm back in Atlanta and saying anything that might tip him off about the impending wedding of Jenny Harper to Harry Jenkins.
"This isn't fair. I heard one of you guys think I'm in possession of stolen property, but I bought that VW Bus fair and square," declared Wilson.
"Can you prove it?" asked Carter. "Where's your bill of sale? Did you get the title transferred to your name yet? By the way, what is your name?"
With those questions, Wilson grew silent. He walked to the back of his cell and sat down on the cot.
BACK IN THE MAIN HALLWAY...
The arresting officers conferred with Police Chief O'Hara.
"Good work boys," said their commanding officer.
"You know who he's probably going to call the moment he can get to a phone," pointed out Carter.
"True. But by then the DA should have us legally set up to monitor and edit that call if necessary. Meanwhile, where do we stand on our investigation?"
"If he has a cellphone, it's still in the VW. The Crime Lab is going to go over it with a fine tooth comb as soon as it's towed back here," revealed Carter.
"The suspect's wallet had a lot of cash, but no driver's license, other ID, or proof of insurance for any vehicle," replied the other arresting officer.
"Those are all minor offenses at best, so the stolen property charge is our strongest so far. Although I can't help wondering where the missing owner of that VW and the friend who was with him whenever they disappeared are. Anyway, since we haven't officially booked or charged the suspect with anything yet, the Crime Lab will also be pulling his fingerprints from the VW and running a background check on them until we can legally fingerprint him ourselves. Even money he doesn't come up clean though," replied O'Hara. "Meanwhile, his camp site is technically outside Moon Lake jurisdiction, but Skulk security is taking a discrete look at it now. Depending upon what they find, they'll notify the DA who will then file the proper paperwork to get us permission to legally search it," revealed the police chief.
"And what do we do about our 'guest'? We're still a week away from the wedding. Even if this guy is working for that suspect in Alabama, what's to prevent that guy from sending someone else, provided there isn't already someone else in town working for him?" asked Carter.
"Those are some very good questions I'll have to ask our vulpine allies," was all Chief O'Hara could say.
MEANWHILE...
William and Martha Anderson were sitting down to an impromptu lunch when there was a knock at their front door.
Getting up to answer it, William peeked through the peephole to see who it was, then opened the door.
"Hope we're not intruding," said a smiling Dawn Hale, with her husband Douglas right behind her. "We brought lunch," she added, holding up a picnic basket. And I know what I want for dessert!
"Err... no," said Martha, coming up behind her husband. "We were just sitting down for lunch ourselves. Come on in," she added, after seeing no objection from William.
The two couples sat across from each other as Dawn sat the picnic basket in the empty seat away from her and said, "It's just cold cuts, canned drinks, and chips, but we didn't want to come over empty handed."
"That was nice of you," was all William could say, as Dawn started passing out the food.
The two couples ate in silence for a bit, before Dawn started some small talk, asking what William thought about the Skulk alert this morning.
"We know the couple involved," he answered, discretely looking at his wife for any visual clue in regards to Martha's opinions or thoughts about the Hales being there. "They're both students of mine. Jenny Harper was the other victim of Yvette Smith, while her boyfriend Harry willingly joined to be with her."
"That was sweet of him," said Douglas. "Very romantic. Their wedding is next weekend?"
"Yes. They wanted it as soon as possible, and Halloween was the earliest conceivable date," replied William, not going into private Harper-Jenkins matters, let alone Wilhelm Dieter and the rest of the Harper family.
"And that guy we were warned about?" asked Douglas.
"You're guess is as good as mine," was all William would say on the subject.
As the small talk and meal continued, Martha Anderson started growing a little uncomfortable.
At first it was just because of the way Dawn Hale kept looking at her when she thought no one except Martha was looking.
Then it was the fact that Dawn had kicked off her shoe and started playing footsies with Martha under the table.
But when Martha started feeling a SECOND bare foot rubbing against her other leg, and realized it was Douglas Hale's and not her husband's (who was sitting next to her while the Hales were on the other side of the table sitting next to each other), that was when she started wondering what was going on!
Come on Martha. Dawn told the truth and I won't go where I'm not invited, but I'd love to fuck you as much as Dawn wants to fuck both you and your husband, thought Douglas, doing his best not to look directly at Mrs. Anderson, but being as polite as can be to his hosts.