Re: Book 2, Chapter #1: Murder Most Foul
Everyone greatly enjoyed the strawberry cake, although Kerr struck a particularly-miserable pose in a quixotic effort to ensure that Liseth saved at least a portion of the delectable dessert for his own personal consumption. Even so, the party’s attitude was more subdued than normal, given the circumstances. The same thoughts were on everyone’s mind. Who could have committed these murders? And why?
Before long each person had finished the last crumbs of their strawberry cake. The group bid each other good night, promising to reunite in the morning in the Rusty Dragon’s taproom for breakfast. Pisca left the inn on her way to the Fatman, only to find the establishment closed for what the two burly doormen described as a “private function.” Despite her best efforts the gnome could not obtain entrance, and she left disappointed.
The next morning broke on a pleasant late-spring day in Sandpoint, the beautiful weather marred only by the knowledge of the dark deeds done by the mysterious criminal they were to investigate. As promised, the group met for breakfast, each thinking about what they might do to help solve the crime as quickly and quietly as possible.
Surprisingly, the already-somber meal was interrupted by a sullen and grim-faced Sheriff Hemlock, who entered the inn’s public room as if he was going to a loved one’s wake. Without speaking, he caught the eyes of the group and motioned them back into the room where they had conferenced just hours before. Once everyone was settled, the town’s senior lawman checked the corridor, then closed the door and faced his deputies, demeanor grave and serious.
“Let me get right down to it. I have bad news. We have another murder. Or murders.” He corrected himself. “Last night, at the sawmill. There are two victims and they’re . . . they’re in pretty gruesome shape. Ibor Thorn, you know him,” he nodded at Kellan and Kerr, “one of the partners running the mill, found the bodies. Unfortunately, by the time the Guard arrived on the scene we already had a crowd of curious gawkers. I’ve got men there now, keeping the place locked down.”
“The thing that bothers me isn’t just the fact that we have two dead bodies inside the mill. It’s that we’ve had two sets of multiple murders in the last few days, and all of the victims save one had that seven-pointed star carved into them. And both murder scenes had one of these.” Sheriff Hemlock pulled another envelope out of his vest pocket. Across the front was again scrawled the name KERR MOLLIN.
Sheriff Hemlock handed the envelope to Kerr, who gingerly removed the letter with no small amount of trepidation. Inside was another message from the mysterious murderer.
We have spoken of this before, my Master. Your will is my command!
-Your Lordship
“We found this pinned to the sleeve of Banny Harker’s corpse,” Sheriff Hemlock informed them. He paused, seeing the incomprehension on Liseth and Cato’s face, “Ibor’s partner at the mill. Of course, I still don’t believe Kerr had anything to do with this, especially given the beating Titus gave him. I am almost certain whoever this is wants to throw suspicion upon the group of you and discredit you in the eyes of the townsfolk.”
“I’m going to have my hands full keeping this from becoming a full-on panic like the one we had during the Late Unpleasantness. Like I said last night, you have experience with this sort of thing and have proven both your discretion and your loyalty to Sandpoint. I would like you to take your own look at what happened at the mill and see if you can you figure out who might be behind these murders. And Ibor is down at the Garrison, so you can talk to him yourselves to see if he can shed any more light on what happened. Again, we want to keep this as quiet as possible. Right now this is just a single tragedy. If Sandpoint finds out we have a serial ritual murderer on our hands . . . you can imagine the panic.”
Sheriff Hemlock sighed. “The one thing I haven’t told you yet is the identity of the other victim.” He studiously did not look at Kellan. “It’s Katrine Vinder. I don’t know for sure why she was visiting Banny in the middle of the night but,” he shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably, “it’s not hard to make an educated guess.”
“That means Ven is currently our number-one suspect. I don’t think the man had anything to do with it but Tiller was first on the scene and he’s pretty convinced Ven is guilty. Everyone knows Ven has a temper, and the easy story is that he finally found out who Katrine was seeing and lost it, then added the ritualistic touches to cover up his crime.” The sheriff grimaced. “Torv hauled him down to the Garrison this morning.”
“So you might want to question Ven and maybe talk to Torv about his suspicions.” This time he did glance at Kellan. “You know how he can be when he gets the bit between his teeth. He thinks Ven somehow found about about the warehouse murders and is trying to deflect suspicion by making these seem to be the work of the same person.”
Sheriff Hemlock looked down at the floor, as if trying to determine if he’s shared everything with the group, then looked back up. “I think that’s everything. You all have a lot on your plate, so I won’t take up any more of your time. If anyone gives you any problems let them know you have my full support and authorization for your investigation. You still have your badges, don’t you?” Everyone nodded. “Good. Use them. But again, try not to make a commotion. Widespread fear and panic won’t help anything. Any questions?”
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