They Don't Stay Dead

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
People in high places and in influential government positions are dying or being murdered, but they aren't dead after all (?). What's the deal?

Submitted: January 30, 2017

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Submitted: January 30, 2017



"I don't care what you say, bacon doesn't belong in cookies. Chocolate-covered bacon macaroons are not going in this mouth, Sam, not in this mouth," said Inspector Kant.

"Get a grip," Dillard, "said Inspector Sam Tillman, "everybody is mixing everything now days.

I had fried mushrooms with a sour-cream and peanut butter dip on spinach and cornmeal chips last weekend. It was at my sister’s birthday party and it was great!

If I can try something like that, then you can taste these macaroons."

Inspector Kant made the sign of the cross, using his two forefingers, and directed it toward Inspector Tillman. Then he said, "Get thee behind me Satan; I shall not eat your forbidden fruit!"

"OK," replied Tillman, "but I got to tell you, you don't know what you’re missing."


At that moment the Captain came out of his office and walked over to the two men.

He saw the cookies and popped one in his mouth, then said, after chewing for awhile, "Chocolate-covered bacon macaroons aren't they great? My wife makes them but she adds onion and garlic."

After taking another cookie the Captain handed Tillman a sticky-note, then said, "It's a double homicide in the Beverly District.

But mind your P & Q's, the victims are both top federal officials and we will be heavily monitored during this investigation. You can bet that every shred of evidence will be double checked by the Fed's."

Inspector Kant scratched his rather balding head and asked, "Well why don't they just take the case and save us the hassle?"

Then Inspector Tillman chimed in with, "That's right, it is not like we don't have enough cases, and someone looking over our shoulder always slows things down; you know that."

The Captain replied, "Sorry guys, these orders come from upstairs, so we will just do our jobs and keep our mouths shut. Understood?"

So the two detectives went to the motor-pool and checked out an unmarked vehicle, then off they drove to the Beverly District.


The Beverly District is known for its high priced homes and fancy shopping venues.

What is not well known is that the Beverly District is also home to a very Hush-Hush government building. And no-one seems to know what they do in there.

Other than numbers and letters, there is no identification on the building, or on any of the directories. You see, each office door has a Letter and Number, that's all. 


As the detectives entered the Beverly District their vehicle stood out like a skunk in a perfume parlor. Even the occasional pedestrian smiled and waved as they drove by.


The alleged crime took place on the lowest level of an underground parking garage. And there were several units already on scene when the detectives arrived.

Patrolman, Deputy Willard was guarding the perimeter and gave the two detectives the run-down when they arrived.

"Hay detectives, it's been awhile! I haven't seen you two since the Blanchard Case. What has it been, two, three years?"

"At least two, Deputy, at least two," Detective Tillman replied as he looked around.

"Where are the bodies?" Detective Dillard asked the Deputy.

"Over there in the elevator," the Deputy replied. Then he went on to say, "The new assistant coroner is there and the CSI people just arrived."

"Were you first on the scene, Deputy," Detective Dillard asked.

Deputy Willard replied, "Sure enough, Deputy Marsh and I were responding to a "Shots Fired".

When we arrived we found the elevator doors were wide open.

Deputy Marsh kept an eye on the elevator while I checked the area to see if the shooter was still on scene.

Then we made our way to the elevator and found two adult males down.

One victim was all the way in the elevator and the other had fallen across the elevator doorway; that's why the doors were open. Both men appeared to be shot and there are two guns on the cement, outside the elevator. We couldn't tell if they were the victim's handguns, or if they belonged to the shooters; ballistics should tell the tale.

I checked for a pulse on the victim nearest me and Deputy Marsh checked the other. That is when we called in homicide and taped off the crime scene."


At that moment, Assistant Coroner Martha Trent exited the elevator while talking on her cell phone, she was saying, "I need two ambulances at 17386 Imperial Highway, immediately. Yes, two gunshot victims and they are critical!" 

As she drew near the two detectives she closed her phone, and then stated, "You detectives can go to work now, but there are no dead bodies for me to deal with.

And as for you, Deputy, you and your partner better hope those two victims survive. Your bad call may have cost a life, even two.

After saying that, Assistant Coroner turned and walked away.


"That's crap," Deputy Willard blurted out, "I've check a hundred bodies and never got it wrong! Besides, deputy Marsh checked a separate body and we both made separate calls.

Then that Coroner walked in that elevator with her aluminum briefcase and, (Walla!), both victims are alive!

I tell you, something's fishy in Denmark."

Detective Tillman replied, "It does seem odd.

But I heard of another case just about a month ago. Senator Malone died from an apparent heat attack, and in that case an ambulance attendant had checked her.

Well low and behold; when she got to the hospital a first year intern brought her right back. So don't beat yourself up over this."

And with that said, the two detectives walked toward the elevator.


"Ah, my two favorite detectives, fancy meeting you here," said FBI Agent, Linda Marsh.

Agent Marsh was helping one of the CSI people with coordination of a particular section of the crime scene.

There was light-lasers set-up in an obvious attempt to discover where the shooter was standing, and at what angle the bullets traveled.

"Hi Linda, how is Larry and the kids? Detective Tillman replied.

"Oh they are all driving me nuts, as usual. But I wouldn't have it any other way," Linda said with a slight laugh.


At that moment an ambulances arrived and the attendants raced to attend to the wounded.

A couple of minutes later the other ambulance got there and those attendants joined the race to get the victims to a hospital.


"It never ceases to amaze me how regimented and efficient those ambulance people are," Assistant Coroner Martha Trent said as she was walking past the detectives.

"You have that right?" Deputy Marsh replied.

Then the Assistant Coroner said, "Well, you people have fun now, I'm leaving," then she got in her van and drove away.

After she left, Inspector Kent asked Deputy Marsh, "What's with her, doesn't she seem a little odd to you?"

Deputy Marsh replied, "You know how those Coroner people are, especially the new ones. They all seem like they are from another planet."

Inspector Kent just smiled and nodded his head in agreement.


The detectives finished up at the crime scene and were sent to another location, there was a stabbing somewhere in mid-town.

CSI went back to their lab and FBI Agent, Linda Marsh, left at about the same time. 

As for the Deputies, they were near the end of their shifts, so they returned to the station to write their reports.



The date: About a week after the shooting.

The scene: Mid-Town Hospital and Trauma Center.


FBI Agent, Linda Marsh walked into the hospital room where the two shooting victims were recuperating. And after entering the room she closed the door, looked in the bathroom, and checked the closet; then after checking the room for listening devises she pushed a couple of buttons on her watch.

It wasn't much longer and she turned her attention to the two men lying in the beds, and said, "How are you two adjusting to these human bodies? It takes time, I know, but you will get used to them."


D. Thurmond / JEF



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