Heirlooms: The Continuation

“Tim. I believe you were the last to see sheriff Langdon yesterday. Did he show any signs of stress or anything occupying his thoughts? Maybe looked agitated?”

“No detective. He looked in great shape. I don’t know what could have possibly gotten into him. If you don’t mind, I can’t look at the body anymore, it’s just like my uncle.”

“Of course son. You can leave now.”

“Thank you detective. Something is going on in this town. Be careful.”

“You too.”

“I always am, detective. Always.”

“Hi Howard.”
“Oh, hi Tim. How have you been?”

“Not bad, pretty good actually. Just been working around the funeral home. Last minute arrangements for family you know how it is.”

“Did they ever figure out what happened to your uncle and the sheriff? Everyone thought the two were connected somehow, but no one could figure out how.”

“Not that I know of, they questioned me obviously because I was the last to see the sheriff, but all I could tell them was he seemed to be fine when I left.”

“That’s so odd.”

“In what way?”

“Well, you were the last to see your uncle and the sheriff. And they died under very similar circumstances. Some might even wonder if you were always involved, even with your family’s death.”

“How dare you. Do not mock me.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me like you killed them.”

“I didn’t kill anyone. If anything, generosity and greed did. Farewell, take care with that pin. My grandmother cherished it.”


“You’ll see. Have a nice day.”

“Thanks, you too.”

“So. Here you are again. Howard. Three people. Three bodies. Three people have died within hours of seeing you last. What happened?”

“I honestly don’t know Agent?”

“Rose, Sylvia Rose.”

“Agent Rose, I have no idea. Honestly. I am just as perplexed as you are. I don’t know why we couldn’t have had this conversation at my house.”

“That you procured from your, grandmother?”

“Yes, poor old thing. I miss her dearly.”

“Like you miss your uncle?”

“He left us when he learned of my, gifts if that’s what you would call it.”

“Mmhmm, gifts. It says here a couple of, gifts, were found on the bodies. One was even engraved with your family’s initials.”

“Initials? Half the town has our surname, another handful had my gran’s initials. If your only connection between me and the crimes are some trinkets they had, I’m leaving.”

“Stay. Seated.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Yes. We haven’t found any DNA. Any fingerprints. Nothing, but these trinkets that could tie you to these murder.”

“So circumstantial evidence. And we’re back to square one.”

“I’m glad you see it that way.”

“I bet you do, because the only thing that will put me away is a confession.”

“IS that your confession?”

“I have no connection, and even if I did, why would I confess if it’s the only thing you have against me?”

“So you care connected?”

“Now why would you say that?”

“As I’ve said—“

“Yes, the trinkets. My grandmother loved to give away her things. She thought she was being, I don’t know, charitable.”

“So that’s how the others got the—“

“Got the pen, button, and whatever my uncle had. Yes.”

“So you didn’t hand them the items yourself? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure they received it somehow.”

“You had nothing to do with this?”

“Nope. Clean as a whistle.”

“I guess you can leave. Be careful. Given the circumstances everyone around you has died, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t. Also, where did you get that scarf?”

“This thing? I found it hanging on my car mirror.”

“Well, it looks wonderful on you. Good day.”

“You too.”

“We have a video of you placing the scarf on the car.”

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