Written by Andrew, Sun Oct 11 18:47:48 US/Pacific 1998
Chapter 4
"Yes, there are two pathes you can go now but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on." Led Zeppelin from Stairway to Heaven
The next day.............. Gabriel woke up with a smashing headache. There must have been something in both their drinks because they had both gotten exteremly drunk. Luckily something had told him to turn on his tape recorder. He rewinded and pressed play:
Gabriel (Drunk) Ya know I get the feeling thash you have an interreshset (interest) other than a reporter. Debby (Drunk): Well, my family hash a lonnnggg history in..... Waiter: Sir, madame, neither of you is in any shape to be driving. I've called a cab. Here's your bill.
Gabriel turned off the recorder. "DAMN"
He picked up the paper "Two More Stone Henge Killings" read the headlines.
Gabriel read on about the killings. The police still had not a single sherd of evidence. Gabriel approached Grace and von Glower. "Grace, could you do some research on Stone Henge, why it was made, how, when?"
"Sure Gabe" replied Grace.
"Freddy can you sniff around the scenes for any clues? I'll go later." Gabe asked.
"But of course Gabriel." answered Glower.
Gabriel went to the mail pile. None except for a package from Mosely. Every week Gabe had Mosely send a copy of all the week's New Orleans Times. In return Gabe included Mosely in all his books.
Gabe opened the package and read Mosely's note:
"Knight,
Hows the investigation goin'. If things get too heavy remember to get the police involved. Anyways things are really hectic here. You can read about it in the paper.
Franklin Mosely."
Gabe picked up the first paper. The headlines read "Cab Driver Slain By Gang."
The second read Tragedy At Newly Rebuilt Jackson Square." Gabriel read on:
"Yesterday at 1:15 PM Off. Frick Johnson and Off. Michael McPhearson commited multiple acts of homicide.
Apparently Off. Johnson had left the station in a unprevoked rage. He stole a squad car and drove to Jackson Sqare. There, when a mime began to immitate Johnson, Johnson lost control. He pushed the mime to the ground and fired his gun into his head. Then motorcycle cop Mike McPhereson, who was late getting there even though that was his area, arrived. Regulars at the park noticed that the officer had always had a resent ment for the mime.
When he saw the dead mime and gave a high five to Johnson. Then he and Frick both began firing on every one in the area. Police arrived six minutes later and gunned down the two shooters. Nine are dead in all."
Gabriel read on about how Frick was being investigated by Internal Affairs and that police believe this attack was planned.
Gabriel looked at the rest of the head lines and saw nothing else of interest so he put down the package.
Then he stood up stepped outside to get some lunch for the group from the local fast food joint. (Gabriel woke up about 11:30.)
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