Murder in Boystown Part 4

Murder in Boystown

By Stephen Shypitka

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Dedication

For the Black Cat, A Different Light,

and those writers in those very walls

that ruminated and illuminated.

CONTENTS PART IV

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

About The Author

Acknowledgements

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Murder in Boystown

Chapter 9

I ain't sayin’ a thing till I get my pants back. Toady sat cramped inside the sterile interrogation room.

Woo extended his hand. The door was opened and the pants were placed into his palm. Woo took the pants and hung them on a modern coat rack. Leaving Toady’s own hand reaching and his mouth agape.

It’s cold in here. Toady whined.

So talk?

You can at least start by thanking me. I didn't shoot you when I had your gun. Remember?

Observing the interrogation through two-way glass. Milo shaking his head. Carl covered his face. Embarrassed. LaSalle slid off the wall sitting in a chair trying to make himself as small as possible next to the Under Sheriff and Sheriff.

That's was supposed to be our little secret? Woo looked to face the two-way mirror.

Hardly the actions of a killer wouldn't you say? Toady leant in.

What makes you think you're a suspect?

Toady jingled the handcuffs.

You guys don't have a clue to what's going on?

So enlighten us.

Toady laughed.

Interesting choice of words deputy dawg.

Detective. Woo corrected.

You believe in other worlds detective? Other dimensions detective? The eternal soul detective? Souls that can travel at will? Souls that can migrate step in and step out of existence? Out of their bodies? Don't bother to answer your blank almond eyes say it all. You're in way over your heads and I'm the patsy.

I don't need to know who shot JFK. I need to know who murdered your lover Danny?

He isn't my lover okay? As much as I want him. He likes me as a friend detective. You know how that feels—

Mark. Woo offered. Feeling bad for Toady.

Mark? Toady’s voice faltered.

On the other side of the glass.

Interesting. Listen to him speak. Milo was. He's using the present tense.

Woo continued with the obvious question.

"So you