1. ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #8


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner 

    ... cut himself or maybe got bit by one of the raccoons or something when he was-&#034 &#034I'm still not ready to believe he's guilty, Sheriff.&#034 Freddie didn't really know what to say here and he felt conflicted that essentially he was going to have to accept that Robbie was not as well as he had thought when he invited him. &#034I did think that Robbie had stopped taking his meds… or at least that's what I heard.&#034 &#034Well, all these look up to date to me, so maybe you heard wrong. You have any idea what all of these are for?&#034 &#034Only a little,&#034 Freddie said with a deep sigh. &#034I know he was struggling with schizophrenia and multiple personalities because he used to carry a puppet everywhere until he stopped. And he seemed to get worse after that. He was depressed a lot when we lived together in college so I'd imagine there would be some anti-depressant or mood stabilizer… but that's a lot of pills.&#034 &#034Well, he doesn't have them now so who knows what kinda problems he's going to have now.&#034 Singer stepped out from the bathroom and took another look at the room, checking under the bed, to pull out Robbie's suitcase. &#034I need to know, since you insist on helping… Is the boy dangerous? I mean, could he have killed someone?&#034 &#034No…&#034 Freddie said slowly, starting the response before all the thoughts fully reached his mind. &#034I don't believe that he could do something… or anything like that. He's unwell, but he's not a killer.&#034 ...
    ... Singer rifled through the suitcase, looking for any evidence when he felt a piece of hard plastic. He pulled it out to reveal a PearPhone, that was a bright purple. The sheriff looked at Freddie as if to ask whose this was, but Freddie just shook his head as the older man pawed through the phone to the contacts. &#034I don't think this is Robbie's but whoever's this is, they certainly know you and most everyone else in your party,&#034 he said, hitting the call button. Freddie only had to wait for a second before his phone began to vibrate, and Freddie showed the face to the sheriff. TRINA VEGA CALLING &#034I'd say this is pretty damning evidence for the boy,&#034 Singer said, pulling a small bag from his pocket and putting the phone inside. &#034Looks like Robbie's our killer…&#034 Singer stepped out, leaving Freddie standing there, with a pensive look on his face. &#034Yeah,&#034 he said quietly, &#034Looks like.&#034 * * * The next morning, the inn was covered in workers that were tearing down and dismantling everything that had been set up for the wedding, and Carly Shay could do little more than watch. This was supposed to be her big thing. Her gift to Freddie- planning a dream wedding, and now all the work she had put into making this week spectacular was now heading to the garbage. She nearly cried as a centrepiece, she actually made by hand was carried off and tossed into a black plastic bag by some burly guy who could never appreciate its worth. With a heavy sigh, she ...
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