WHO: Gregory Marple and Woodrow Mayfair WHEN: 6/6, afternoon WHERE: Strolling along Fall City SUMMARY: Two old men walk their dogs and discuss recent events. WARNINGS: Talk of murder, satan, and cholesterol.
God awful panting came from the worn baby buggy, but Woodrow didn’t seem to pay it any mind.
Pugs panted. It was what they did-- especially overweight ones who were tired of walking and demanded to be carried.
Or pushed, in this case.
“And Camila?” Woodrow asked his recently acquired walking buddy-- as of two stop signs ago, actually. “How’s Camila?”
George was strolling easily beside then while the little one was keeping up for the most part. While she hadn't quite gotten to the point of the carriage like the pugs, Gregory might have to pick her up for the rest of the way. Her legs were just so tiny.
“She's shaken, who wouldn't be?” Gregory answered his new companion. “After all, who expects your boss to be murdered?”
It didn’t seem like an appropriate time to say well…
“Well, people are murdered every day. She just happened to draw the short stick.” Or maybe Moira did. Or maybe this town did. Where did you draw the line?
“It's not exactly expected everyday in everyone's life though.” Gregory pointed out to that. “Well I suppose unless you're the one planning it.”
“And someone did,” Woodrow mused, almost idly as they walked along. “Unless you suppose it was an accident?”
“It could have been a heat of passion sort, we don’t know many details.” Gregory added to their musings. “But it seems very specific to not have been planned.”
Mitzi V wheezed with agreement. Or disagreement; it was hard to say.
“Is there something specific about being found in a river after a party? Or are people seeing what they want to see?”
“You don't think it was peculiar, given her obsession with Cora?” George seemed to sneeze to back Gregory up. But it was pollen season.
“You can lead a horse to water, but can you get away with murdering it and having it wash downstream?”
“The hope would be no, in this particular case.”
“But could you?” Woodrow seemed to have come full circle in that, yes. This would have required meticulous planning.
“I suppose that would depend on how many links there are to find.” Gregory pondered on that thought. “Is it evocative of Cora for a pattern or to mislead.”
“I’ve got to tell you, Greg, you might be onto something. Water Evocation may have something to do with it yet, what with the tides and the--” He waved his hand dismissively, before adding, “Do we have any water experts in town?”
His face scrunched in displeasure at such an idea. “Like some sort of satanic or witchy nonsense? It's not the 80s anymore.”