Sarul, Sarul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sarul Turner is a college professor who decides he wants to be like Psych and Bones by doing some detecting of his own. This is story # 1

Submitted: May 21, 2012

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Sarul Turner was the school's Political Science professor. He had been lecturing for 33 years now. Late into his career he decided he wanted to take on Criminal Justice, as his favorite past time was to read and watch these sort of stories and shows. He knew however that he couldn't just up and leave his position, he needed to first build his fame in solving hard cases - then he would be free to help others with the unending suffering to find solace. 
 
He started off wanting to prove to himself that he could solve anything other than the stories and shows before they had solved themselves. He began to find mystery all around him; "The case of the missing Dry Erase Markers", "The peculiar illness of Janitor Stodamire", etc. Finally though, the time really came for him to prove himself. He arrived at school into his lecture hall one morning to find a student already sitting in the 2nd to last row. This wasn't too uncommon on test days, as students rarely were able to study anywhere, even the library as computers were often too distracting themselves. Dressed up in a hoody and shades though, this student was probably just listening to some music and wanted to be alone he thought. 
 
School started and the seats were mostly filled as usual. Finally someone decided to notice that this student had nothing on them but a VHS tape clenched in their hands and their uneasy, hunched over sitting position had not altered for 34 minutes. She tapped the student, with no response given she screamed. This person was a dead person. 
 
Sarul didn't enjoy having a deceased situation infiltrate his classroom but this did however peak his interest and gave full opportunity to become a Private Eye. 
 
As the emergency crews arrived he began to pace. How do you ask a police man if you can help them with their case?  He laughed to himself imagining - "Hello Policeman, I am the Political Science Professor, but I really like the TV show Bones and I feel I can help." He approached one of the men in blue, "Hello". The blue suit replied, "Hello...". Sarul felt awkward. "I'm going to be honest with you. I...want to help. I mean, I really should help as this took place in my lecture hall. I am familiar with this school and the students and I feel I would be a great asset. So please, how can I assist?" The detective, the actual detective, seemed a bit confused but even more so irritated. "Thank you sir, we can handle this". Sarul walked away and decided he would solve this case by himself and then inform the police afterward. 
 
First, he needed to know what was on the VHS and how this student ended up there. The police had already taken all the surveillance footage and had already questioned all the students of the class and the entire faculty. This case ended before it began. 
 
He bereaved over this lost opportunity with a cup of hazelnut creamed coffee, his usual. His class was only to be cancelled for the remainder of the week so if he was going to find anything, now was the time. It was only Tuesday afternoon and he had some detecting to do, starting with his classroom. 
 
He sat in the misses seat for an hour staring at the decease's seat. Why that seat? Why my classroom? He took another sip of his treat and in doing so the top spilled over and burned onto his lap. He stood up and dropped his cup. In his annoyed fury he heard the coffee drip down from concrete level to concrete level. Brain blast! He followed the immediate rows in front of him, scouring the ground for anything. He figured this student must have had something else in his other hand that maybe fell. The janitor walked by the room and asked, "Sarul, I cleaned this room about an hour ago. Anything found would either be in the lost and found or the main trash  receptacle outside." 
 
Sarul made his way to the lost and found in the student center. Not knowing what he was looking for he wouldn't be able to really describe what he wanted. Using his faculty skills he excused his way in and the students did not question him. He fumbled through watches, a phone, two textbooks, a purse, and an iPad 2. He located the janitor and asked if any of those items were found in the classroom. "Sorry Sarul, I only found a ring". Well, that was already claimed, he thought to himself. Time to take out the trash...dammit. 
 
He spoke with the janitor on duty in the lunch room and explained he had thrown away his lecture journal with the exam test. The janitor, she chuckled hard and told a story of when a young girl threw away her retainer and they rummaged through the dumpster for 40 minutes with nothing. "This is an abyss Sarul, but sail away!" 
 
He pulled himself up to look over dumpster #1, pink and brown slime. He felt sick immediately. He charlie browned his way back to his lecture hall. This time he sat in the decease's chair. A random thought popped in his head - reach under the chair. He curved his right arm and felt clothe on the bottom of the chair. Pulling it loose he unraveled the package to find a crumpled up note. It read as follows:
 
"Oh my God, oh my God. I am a dead man. I hope you find this, whoever you may be. They have poisoned me and I am a dead man. All because I am someone I should not have been. I am not a liar and I should have been. They have made me declare myself to be a liar but I am not. The Mercury Tower has been built very incorrectly and if an earthquake were to ever hit it would collapse instantly. I know this because I am an intern there and would not go along with their 'budget cuts'. You can find this evidence in the Architect. Goodbye."
 
Sarul immediately reached for his cell phone to call the police. "You're reporting about the deceased student? We have already made our arrests. We will be releasing a full news story at 3pm." Confused, he accepted the answer and waited until 3pm to watch the report. 
 
The commissioner explained the case was solved due to the tape. The tape contained video evidence of the deceased, William Hurtz, recording himself admitting feeling guilt for not being a whole hearted christian and had poisoned himself in hopes that God would accept his sacrifice as recompense for a life full of lies and regret. 
 
Sarul called the detectives back and explained the note he found and that the tape was not correct. The detectives explained the case is closed and refused to take the conversation further. 
 
This was it. This was his chance to prove to himself that he could solve cases. He rushed to The Mercury Tower, still under construction he asked to speak with the head architect. The architect very upset and familiar with the intern he called the construction manager. The manager immediately broke down and admitted his guilt. Suddenly, his sobbing turned into laughing following the architect's laughter right along with it. The architect took the paper from Sarul and burned it. "What do you have now? We won't hurt you, but you can't hurt us." They sent Sarul on his way, after a bit of heavy hands hitting his head. 
 
Pacing his way back home, frustrated and depressed, he thought detective work wasn't his calling. He needed something strong at this point. He entered the nearest bar. Ordering his drink he asked for their specialty. The bar tender replied, "Ah, one Architect!". This caught Sarul's attention and he asked the bar tender to repeat and so he did. He stared on at the drink, finally asking what was in it. He learned the components were: lemonade, rum, whisky and a Dennon's family strawberry. Nothing. That meant nothing. "Who invented this drink anyway?" Sarul asked, "I did. I was an architect at one time but my employer and I had some disagreements and that was that. This drink is to illustrate my love for my old life." They began to speak and immediately Sam Mosby, the nice architect, knew all about his concerns. 
 
"I have been wanting to take down that company for years now. They have always crossed lines, cut corners and now they will pay for it." This was sufficient evidence to at least call an outsiders building approval committee to review the progress on The Mercury Tower. They found all too much evidence to support the claims made. To avoid jail time, the construction manager explained the plot they had which involved poisoning William Hurtz and how the architect threatened him with his life as well. 
 
Sarul had his lecture hall renamed the William Hurtz hall. The police commissioner gave Sarul a key to the city and thanked him for his civil duties. 


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