CHAPTER IX: BUT WHO?

The stuff of mysteries to be sure. WHO DUN IT?

One guy? A lone wolf?  Or more and a group or at least a couple of miscreants.

At this point, we had few clues, even fewer ideas, no suspects, several bodies all murdered in pretty much the same way, and FUCK. WHO?

Good question and we had no clue.

Later found the four of us sitting around the Great Room, mouths full of pizza and cokes and brains on empty. It was really quiet for all the above reasons, and just as well.

AKA THE OTHER...Dylan was the first to finish and after a huge swig of coke, posed the first question of the night.

'SO my hapless in-law and brother and whatever, what you two got yourselves into this time?"

"What?" I had NO clue that either of them had been paying attention to any of what we had been going through but evidently...and who knew?"

"Don't play cutesie with me hotstuff and the love of my brothers life, what is going on? Drew and I know it is big time."
I blushed so hard I think I popped a Gstring and an earring, and/or whatever.

"Why you say that?"
"Well for starters the way you two kooks been acting, and then there is the news on TEEWEE, and some nameless ravishing beauty dishing out the scuttle...BUT...not enough, SO GIVE!
Maybe we can help."
"You two? Help...and you watch ME?"
"Yeh hotstuff, HELP...and yes. We watch you. See if you get it right. Lol, and yes.  We ain't exactly numbnuts you know," Drew added.

Before I could retort, and GOD KNOWS I wanted to, Rob added...
"Maybe we should clue them in, honey." and I JUST KNOWS I blushed the color of FIRE.
"Maybe they can help. We can use all the help we can get, baby," and just as my face was cooling down he called me...
and we can make it a family affair.
(He leaned into me and whispered..."I know they are totally nuts, but they are also very very bright honey."

Hmmmm.
I mulled that over for about 2 seconds and conceded he was right.
"Ok,"
I then let Rob regurgitate the specifics and twists and twits and toins of the whole or hole sordid affair, including the calls from the self-proclaimed murderer.

"WOW," Dylan said finally and my hopes for an avalanche of insight evaporated...

"You guys think that maybe something to at least consider..?"
and I pretty quick did another about face in the respect department.

Dylan up first:  "Yah think maybe this is someone who was abused as a child, by an adult male?"

That little brainfart had not crossed either my mind or Rob's. I had to admit it was at least plausible. Revenge for what had been done to him. Yeh, that would make sense. WHY HADN'T I THOUGHT OF...nm. "I bin WRONGED," the plaintive cry...and so SOMEBODY will PAY," I thought but kept to myself. Yeh, plausible to be sure.

"Yeh," this from Drew.
"He is considered to be a local, right?"
"So far yes," Rob replied.
"Well, if he has had counseling somewhere along the line, that should be able to be found out, right?"

"Uh," and "Ummm." from the leaders of this woebegotten bunch. Supposedly.

"Good going, guys," Rob said to his brothers and I seconded.
They of course gloate...wait, no they didn't. Hmmm. They might just be growing up here.

"Wonder what Robert Michaelsen's kids think about all this? They help run the show, and I think at least one of them is gay."

I looked at Rob and he at me. 
"REALLY?"
"God yeh, Everybody knows that. Geez."
"Well tie me to the railroad track and call me locomotive fodder," and Drew broke out into raucous laughter before he started to choke. 
"Rail good, Dyl," and I giggled.

Rob said...
"I knew he had kids but that is all we knew. Do you know them?"
Dylan said..."Hell, EVERYBODY knows them. Next to you they are the town hotties. FOR REAL. Gawjus, and very outgoing and a bit much if you ask me."
"How so?"
"Vain fucks, all kinds of money, pretty as Hell, spoiled rotten, you name it. If there is an opinion to be had at least one of them will have it, and be convinced his is the only one that counts."

"Sounds suspiciously like..."
"HEY," Dylan sputtered, sounding just oh so miffed...and we all laughed.
"No, not you two of course."
"No. We ain't got money enough to be spoiled. Ain't that pretty either."
"Yeh you are," I said smiling.
They giggled and blushed.
"Besides, we don't want to be like them. Everybody kow-tows to them cause they got money, but nobody really likes them. That has to SUCK. BIG TIME! I mean, they are insufferable."
"Insufferable? You been into the dictionary again haven't you."

Dylan blushed, and Drew almost spit out his coke.
"But yeh. Yeh, that would," I agreed..."If they realize it."
"Who knows."
"So do you think they have any insight into all this," I asked them.
"Can't hurt to ask."
"Call 'em," Rob said, and Drew grabbed his phone.

CONTINUE TO CHAPTER X