Today I bring you the thrilling conclusion of the first EB & Thumbs case posted here. In case you missed part 1 of this captivating mystery, you can find it here. Enjoy!
We immediately were pulled into an interview room and grilled intensely. They had the lamps on us and we were definitely feeling the heat. The cops didn’t care too much for Ernest’s snippy answers and I was merely trying to explain to them the situation. Eventually we were sent to the cells and after a night in the slammer they made their decision. It was in the late morning we were given their verdict. They decided we were in no way involved in the murder and we were released based on what they perceived as “incompetence” (and a bit of incontinence on Ernest’s part). Furthering the embarrassment, we had no wheels which left me calling on my mother to lift Ernest and myself back to the office.
Ernest took it rough at first. Once home he took off to take in the nightlife. He bellied up and spent a good chunk of the night drinking away the recent experiences. It seemed at the moment he wanted nothing more than to be miles away from this case. Who could blame him? I spent the night in trying to do the same. For a good chunk of it I watched old recorded episodes of “Perfect Strangers”. Needless to say, it was a low moment that ended with quesadillas and cottage cheese. Once morning time came my attitude changed. After sneaking past Ernest, being sure not to wake him in his soon to be hung over state, I got my first cup of joe going. And it hit, the case needed to be solved. We had been set up and we were not going to let it slide.
I stepped out and paced. Smoking and pacing with my mind racing. How had we been bested? Who was that poor woman at the address we were given? There were so many questions and so little ground we had covered at this point. If only that grocer had a little more patience with us. If only Ernest didn’t have an obsession with plastic. Yet this was not a time for regret. This was a time for advances. So I took down the alley. I was trying to get moving, get the blood pumping, get my mind working right. The first thought was to check back in with the grocer and see if he had his ear to the ground and if there was anything new shaking on the city streets. Immediately I remembered his threat of banning us just a few days prior. Scratch that one. As I made my way through the alley I noticed something laying next to a trash can. Not sure what it was, I slowly approached it and gave it a nudge with my foot. It appeared to be a blonde wig.
It was like a mental block was just kicked out. Everything started flooding in. Yes, things were making so much sense now. I dashed back to the house to grab Ernest. We had a case to solve. He was startled by my hurried entrance.
I threw my hands to the air. “There’s no time for questions, I’m sorry pal. We got a case to solve! Come on, quick, we gotta get back to that house!”
Off we dashed to the locale where our hopes had been dashed just the day before. As we ran up to the house I noticed that there were a few police cars there already. Had I called them in my frenzy and forgot about it? It was hard to tell. Once we made it to the front we both saw it was blocked by an officer who appeared to be stationed there.
“Glad to see you boys are already here. I am about to blow the lid right off this case!”
The officer didn’t seem impressed. “Sir, you can’t enter this home.”
“But I need to tell you guys whats going on.”
“Sir, I’m serious. Step back. You are not allowed- what the hell?” Ernest had snuck behind him into the house. When the officer turned I darted in and he followed Ernest and I. What appeared to be the top brass on the case stepped forward as I could see two more officers and a man behind him.
“Wait a second, aren’t you two the ones we arrested yesterday?” The top brass seem intrigued we were there.
“Yes we certainly are. EB & Thumbs here, and we have crucial info.”
He seemed to wave to the officer who was stationed at the door as if to say step back. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
I opened the case wide open for them. “Here’s the story: So the woman we stumbled upon in the house was a married woman and recently separated. I’m betting she was soon to finalize into divorce and her husband didn’t want this to happen. In a heated argument he poisoned her tea. Then he sneaks out, dresses in drag, comes to us to find a ‘missing husband’ and sets us up to take the fall. He didn’t think to give us a fake story. We need to find her husband and we’ll find the real killer.”
Top Brass chuckled at this. “Yeah, I bet we will.” He stepped aside and I could see that the officers behind him were arresting the man who hired Ernest and I. “We figured that out yesterday and obviously found him. Also, he choked her. He didn’t poison her. Did you two see anything that was in front of you when you barged in? Anyways, good work kid.” He chuckled again and walked off.
There you have it, our first case in sometime. We took an add in the paper and after the first one was shot down (it just said, “kitty dick for hire” and gave our address which apparently is inappropriate) we got a solid one in. “E.B. & Thumbs – Ain’t no case we can’t solve.” So the door is open and we are expecting even more cases than before.