ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #8
Date: 6/16/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... all this. Once he had checked out Tasha's, Kelly's, Gibby's, Trina's and The Wests' rooms, with no real evidence to speak of, he moved on to Robbie's dis-aster of a room. The grizzled middle aged man had barely taken three steps inside when he felt a presence at the door. Quickly turning, he came face to face with Freddie in the doorway. "Son, it's nearly 1 in the morning… what are you doing?" "Sir," Freddie started, looking around the room himself as he stood there, "One of my best friends was just killed and the love of my life has lost both of her parents now. Obviously, I can't sl*ep with all that going on." "Well, right now, you're getting in the way of a police investigation, so you need to head back to your room, Mr… Benson." The name seemed like it was made of cement as it passed his lips. The last thing Singer needed was something else to stress over like Freddie. "I can help, is my point." Freddie said, stepping inside. "I knew Robbie. We're… or we were… I don't know… but we have a friendship history." "History or not, you-" The sheriff's eyes suddenly caught something on the floor of the bedroom and squinted his eyes as he went to pick it up off the floor. Freddie quickly joined him, instantly identifying the item. "That's part of a firecracker. Robbie was messing with them yesterday with Savanna. I didn't really think anything of it at first. Savanna's kinda mischievous and Robbie just wants to be ...
... liked… so a prank wasn't a surprise for-" "You think he had anything to do with the a****l massacre at the church?" Freddie looked stunned. "How did you know about that?" "Heard about a pile of a****l carcasses outside the church, just barely in the woods, and then while I was talking to people tonight, your… officiate, Sincoworth-" "Sikowitz… he's a close friend of Jade's. He helped me clean them out of there since we had the rehearsal to deal with." "And you didn't think to mention any of that to me when we talked the last two times?" Singer said, giving an incredulous look. "Seems to me like if somebody's out there killing a****ls to ruin your wedding, you might mention it when a person dies." "Look, it was a personal thing. I thought Robbie was harmless, but maybe I was wrong. I didn't want to just throw him under the bus, especially since he claims he had nothing to do with it. He deserves the benefit of the doubt." "Then we can give him that once we find him and talk to him," Singer said coldly, looking all through the room until he slipped into the bathroom. "You know about all this?" Freddie moved to join Singer at the bathroom door and looked across the counter at several pill bottles that lines the edge, along with a hand tow-el that was red with what looked like bl**d. "There ain't enough bl**d on that towel to mean much," Singer said, looking it over. "More likely that's his and he ...