Here is the end of a story, the end of a month. This story went nothing like planned, and I found myself writing and posting things that I thought were awful. I also found myself writing more than I have since the angry red pen showed up in my brain sometime in adolescence. Pushing through the self-criticism lead to a story. True, it is one that is messy and needs a lot of work, but it has a base. We might not know what happened to Paige, who was a suspect on Odin’s list in part I, but never mentioned again. We also have a lot of telling narration, but we have a story; A story that can face the red pen with a better chance of survival. I made progress in that regard and am proud of my accomplishment.
So without further ado, I give you the conclusion:
It turned out that the Sheriff’s excitement died soon after. Jason found a lawyer to represent him who asked for a change of venue, due to the publicity of the case. After a preliminary hearing, Jason walked free due to no probable cause. Something about an issue with the search warrant; Odin didn’t exactly understand the reasoning. Forensics showed that the fingerprints did not match Jason, but instead Sheriff Frey. However, a week before the woman’s discovery sherriff Frey experienced a breakin. Evidence of break-ins at both the Sheriff’s house and Jason’s opened the suspect list to just about anybody. Odin thought that he might have to scrap his story altogether, but he wanted to find out one more thing, what was the prank that the girls pulled on Jason.
After his Mom fell asleep, for she no longer let him roam around with no account of his whereabouts, Odin slipped out of the window and started to walk towards Val’s house. He decided he would refuse to go home until she let him in and confessed to her crimes. In anticipation, he packed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in case she didn’t let him in straight away. The moon lit his way, even with the fog that built up during the night. Even though it was faster to go through the shortcut in the woods, he avoided that area.
As he approached the house, he heard a dragging noise to his left. His nerves got the best of him, and he found himself rushing for cover behind a trash bin. When he peered out, he saw a man walking. The man inched forward; a saw grated on the ground behind him. He wore striped pajamas and no shoes. Odin knew this person, but he couldn’t name them. He moved like a zombie, although an elegant one. Without thinking, Odin crept closer to the man working to get in front of his face. Who he saw made him start to laugh. “Hey, Sheriff Frey! Did Mom put you up to this?” The sheriff just kept walking, dragging the saw behind him as if Odin hadn’t spoken. “Okay, okay. I know I am not supposed to go out after dark.” Odin waited for the Sheriff’s grin, but all that met him were glassy eyes.
“I’ve got to get him, I’ve got to get him” the Sheriff repeated as he walked up the stairs. “I know he did it, I know it, I know it.
“This isn’t funny anymore.” Odin stated, “I’m going home,” and turned to leave. He wasn’t going to talk to the Sheriff or his mother for a week. After what he saw, they shouldn’t be messing around to teach him a lesson. While thinking of the different ways he would show his disapproval to his mother he heard the sound of breaking glass. After whipping around Odin froze as he watched the Sheriff crawl through Val’s window. The screaming allowed his body to move once again, and he grabbed his phone, almost unable to punch in 911 because of his tremors. But who would answer?
The Cascadia Gazette
The same kid who found the murdered woman in Kinmundy last week also found the murderer. Odin Jacoby, age 11, came upon the body of Lily Jones in the woods near the town. The scene echoed a similar murder committed against Susan Campbell ten years prior. The females were best friends in their youth. The case seemed to spark the young boy’s interest, for he says he was pursuing another lead after the release of the primary suspect. Instead of finding a clue he found the strangest thing of all. A sleepwalking murderer. The sheriff of Kinmundy walked through the streets in his pajamas with the murder weapon trailing behind him. After breaking a window to a third woman’s house, Odin called authorities. The potential victim received only minor bruising.
It is unclear how the charges against the sheriff with hold up. There are a few precedents of this type of case. In those situations, the sleepwalker was declared innocent due to their unconscious nature. A statement made from an anonymous town member might say it all, “His yearning for justice made it so that injustice seemed like the only weapon he possessed.” Like always the Cascadia Gazette will give more information as it becomes apparent.