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defrogI am driving a car that is not mine – a Lincoln Continental. I’m supposed to drive it across a border checkpoint into the city just across the border. I meet a guy who looks like Kevin Pollack. He hands me some fake credentials that will allow the car to pass the checkpoint. After I pass the checkpoint with no problems, he meets me on the other side and takes over the wheel.
As we drive into the city, Kevin becomes increasingly agitated because he knows that somewhere nearby, there’s a guy who has started a competing car transport operation. He tells himself it’s no big deal, the guy is small time and won’t last a week, but he starts driving around looking for the guy’s place so he can teach him a lesson. I want no part of it and ask him to drop me off downtown.
Scene shift: I meet KT in the same city. One reason we have come to this city is that we recently purchased a condo here, but we haven’t been to the place since the sale was completed, which was some time ago.
We arrive at the condo to find that the place has been trashed, as though someone had a wild party. The problem is we never rented it out to anyone, so clearly someone broke in and had a party.
We start cleaning up, and a couple of women who live next door come by. One says, “Wow, that was some party last night.” She says she didn’t go, but heard all the noise and saw people coming and going. She also told us that the party was thrown by a couple who moved in a few days ago.
We say we never rented it to anyone, but the woman says, “Well they definitely lived here. They had a key and we saw them coming and going.”
As we clean up, we find one room is completely wet, as though someone hosed it down. Amid the garbage and smashed furniture is a large blanket. The woman points out with disgust that someone took a dump on the floor, and leaves. At first we think it might be from a dog, but it doesn’t look like dog poo.
KT takes a closer look and says, “I think there’s been a murder.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
KT explains how it looks as though the blanket was used to transport a body, and the body emptied its bowels during the trip. She looks around some more and says, “Wait – maybe it’s not murder after all. Look, there’s some vomit stains here. I think maybe someone overdosed at the party and whoever was staying here had to move the body to cover it up.”
“But then where’s the body, and why bring the blanket back here instead of disposing of it?” I ask.
KT looks around some more. “Aha! I know what happened! There was no party!”
“How do you figure that?” I ask.
“If you look closely, the party damage looks staged, like someone tossed the room and threw random garbage around and smashed up some furniture. No one has a party that crazy without cops being called.”
“So … someone staged party damage to cover up an OD?”
KT shrugs. “I think the victim OD’d somewhere else – and someone brought the body here and then made it look like there was a wild party here so people would think they OD’d at the party. It must be they OD’d somewhere that would cause a scandal if the body was found.”
“Sounds good,” I say, “but that doesn’t explain the absence of the body. If someone moved it here to make it look like a party accident …”
“Then someone else moved it.”
“So who moved it? And where?”
“We should ask our neighbors,” says KT.
I nod. “They said there was a wild party here. And if there was no party …”
KT grins. “Then they’re lying. They know what happened and they’re covering it up.”
And then I woke up.
Elementary,
This is dF
As we drive into the city, Kevin becomes increasingly agitated because he knows that somewhere nearby, there’s a guy who has started a competing car transport operation. He tells himself it’s no big deal, the guy is small time and won’t last a week, but he starts driving around looking for the guy’s place so he can teach him a lesson. I want no part of it and ask him to drop me off downtown.
Scene shift: I meet KT in the same city. One reason we have come to this city is that we recently purchased a condo here, but we haven’t been to the place since the sale was completed, which was some time ago.
We arrive at the condo to find that the place has been trashed, as though someone had a wild party. The problem is we never rented it out to anyone, so clearly someone broke in and had a party.
We start cleaning up, and a couple of women who live next door come by. One says, “Wow, that was some party last night.” She says she didn’t go, but heard all the noise and saw people coming and going. She also told us that the party was thrown by a couple who moved in a few days ago.
We say we never rented it to anyone, but the woman says, “Well they definitely lived here. They had a key and we saw them coming and going.”
As we clean up, we find one room is completely wet, as though someone hosed it down. Amid the garbage and smashed furniture is a large blanket. The woman points out with disgust that someone took a dump on the floor, and leaves. At first we think it might be from a dog, but it doesn’t look like dog poo.
KT takes a closer look and says, “I think there’s been a murder.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
KT explains how it looks as though the blanket was used to transport a body, and the body emptied its bowels during the trip. She looks around some more and says, “Wait – maybe it’s not murder after all. Look, there’s some vomit stains here. I think maybe someone overdosed at the party and whoever was staying here had to move the body to cover it up.”
“But then where’s the body, and why bring the blanket back here instead of disposing of it?” I ask.
KT looks around some more. “Aha! I know what happened! There was no party!”
“How do you figure that?” I ask.
“If you look closely, the party damage looks staged, like someone tossed the room and threw random garbage around and smashed up some furniture. No one has a party that crazy without cops being called.”
“So … someone staged party damage to cover up an OD?”
KT shrugs. “I think the victim OD’d somewhere else – and someone brought the body here and then made it look like there was a wild party here so people would think they OD’d at the party. It must be they OD’d somewhere that would cause a scandal if the body was found.”
“Sounds good,” I say, “but that doesn’t explain the absence of the body. If someone moved it here to make it look like a party accident …”
“Then someone else moved it.”
“So who moved it? And where?”
“We should ask our neighbors,” says KT.
I nod. “They said there was a wild party here. And if there was no party …”
KT grins. “Then they’re lying. They know what happened and they’re covering it up.”
And then I woke up.
Elementary,
This is dF
