Do you have any idea who might have wanted Jedediah Geist dead? Antoine asked. He wasnt going to waste any ti beating around the bush.
Dr. Howard Halle smiled. In fact, I do. His whole family bore one grudge or another, but as they all famously predeceased him, that might not be useful information to you. Then there were the townsfolk who developed a sort of superstition about the Geists and their fabulous wealth and good fortune. Those people are too many to na and too naless to rember. Youll have to recall the animosity between the Geists and Geist-nots. Sure, nowadays we talk about the Geists like they are our founders and mascots, but when they were living, jealousy brewed in every pot. Did any of you grow up here? You must know.
He looked at each of us. Of course, none of us had.
I wanted to ask what had happened to the Geists. We had seen snippets, but there was much we did not know. The problem was, my character should know if he was a historian of the Geists. I wondered if there would be a problem if I decided to break character in a small way like that.
Luckily, I didnt have to.
How did all the Geists die out? Kimberly asked. I know a lot of them died in that fire at their manor.
Halle looked directly at her. Yes, Bartholow and his sons were always building new mansions to live in. Most of them are still intact. It was strange that they never could find a place to settle down. Most of the final Geists were dispatched that day, just over a decade ago. Very sad. The ruins have been left just as they were when the fire went out. Im sure a look over what remains would be an important stop on your cri-solving tour. But it is true, the Geists were known for their dying long before they were all dead, in odd and unfortunate ways. So suspected a serial killer taking revenge on the bloodline. Others believed that unlimited wealth led to recklessness. I suppose the idea was that they died in strange ways because they werent busy making a living. I couldnt say, myself. I was the family doctor. Most were in good health until they passed. Physical health, at least. Sothing weighty lay on their minds that I was not qualified nor interested to understand. It was the type of knowledge that led to an early grave, perhaps.
It was another line about the Geists and their secrets.
I tried aiming my beefy Moxie stat at his dense speeches, but he spoke quickly and smoothly at an odd but soothing cadence. I couldnt tell what, if anything, he was lying about.
Did you kill him? Dina asked. She must have been tired of his winding answers too.
No.
Even with a one-word answer, I had no idea if he was telling the truth. He was an elegant speaker with a finely tuned and artificial warmth that I had no idea how to interpret. I could tell he saw the whole conversation as a sort of ga, but that didnt an he was lying. It just ant he enjoyed the conversation.
Jedediah was called the black sheep of the family. How does one go about getting a nickna like that in a family like the Geists? I asked. Halle knew Jed. He might have so piece of information we needed.
Halle seed to appreciate my question. Jedediah hated his family more than the townsfolk did. Ill never know why. He knew sothing about them, sothing that well I dont think is in the purview of your investigation. Truthfully, the only family mbers Geist cared about were his nieces and nephews. He liked to think them blaless, at least when they were young.
I suppose the first odd thing about him was that he got a job. An actual job at that, not a vanity project funded by the Geist largess. He was an accountant or sothing similarly unremarkable. I couldnt say. Bartholow founded the college for his children to attend in hopes that they wouldnt leave him. If mory serves, Jedediah was the only one to graduate. The others decided to go play entrepreneur with their fathers money. They opened restaurants and hotels, factories and even skateparks. Not Jed. He didnt want their money.
Strangely, I think that Jedediah was more like his father than any of his siblings. Similar personality. Similar interests. Despite this, it was his siblings that ran his fathers businesses and productions after Bartholow passed. Jedediah was content in his ho on the other side of the hill, his back toward Carousel. He never left if he could avoid it in his golden years. He rented much of his property to a resort on the condition that they cater his als and clean his ho. I always wondered if he was hiding from sothing up there on that hill. Perhaps, he just couldnt face the town his father had built.
So far, we had learned more about the Geist family than we had about the murder itself. That either ant we werent asking the right questions or that this storyline was not a straightforward murder mystery. It might not have been a murder mystery at all. Perhaps the answer would be revealed without our efforts. This was the Tutorial, after all. New players would hardly be interested in playing detective.
There was an important part left to ask, even if we already knew the answer.
Can you tell us what you were doing at the ti of the murder? Antoine asked. We knew it was soti in the early morning the day before the Centennial. The actual date kept moving forward thanks to Carousels trickery.
I was performing ergency surgery, Halle said. A man had impaled himself with the help of a tractor. I have provided my notes of the event to the previous investigators.
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We had read them. Assuming the docuntation was correct, he was busy during the hours the dical examiner had estimated Jeds ti of death.
Thank you for your ti, doctor, Officer Willis said. I know that you are a busy man and I do appreciate your indulging us.
I will always be available to help. I may have been Jed Geists last friend in the world. I may also be one of the few who cheers when the truth is revealed. I think many prefer that this and the other Geist mysteries remain unsolved. The truth is finite. Its absence is full of possibilities.
Halle turned to leave and we went Off-Screen. I noticed that he went to speak with Cecilia, the woman whose entire face was covered in a veil.
I cant tell, Kimberly said. I didnt find any obvious lies.
neither, I said.
I was too distracted, Cassie admitted. I couldnt help thinking about the needle ticking toward First Blood.
Kimberly went to comfort her. Isaac was frozen, no doubt watching the needle just as Cassie had been.
Finding lies gets easy as you go along, Willis said. Knowing the truth when you hear it, though, thats always hard.
Halle stuck around talking to other guests. Willis kept us there. He was waiting for sothing.
On-Screen.
There was yelling in the distancea storm of it. I would have thought it was a crowd of people, but as it moved to the banquet hall, it turned out to just be one woman who was pulling her way past two large security personnel.
Please soone talk to ! she scread. Soone, please! Just let talk to soone in charge.
NPCs at the party who were administrators of the hospital all worked in unison to calm the remaining guests.
This is a hospital, one man said, You have to expect things like this.
The woman, whose na was Donna on the red wallpaper, said, No one will answer my questions. I need to talk to soone in charge.
She was extrely distressed. Her hair was pinned up tightly except for a few flyaway clumps. She wore a brown pea coat and jeans. She had a piece of paper in her hands. As she drew close, I realized exactly what it was.
A missing poster.
It looked just like the ones posted for deceased players. The only thing that stood out about it was that unlike all of those we had seen on the boards near the diner, this one did not have a dead player on it.
It was Bobby. His face was plastered on it along with his na and other details.
Please, she yelled, My husband is missing. I know hes here. I just need to talk to soone.
Officer Willis picked his ti to shine. He strutted up to the woman and the security guards and said, Ill take it from here, fellas. Thanks for all of your help.
Thanks, Officer, one of the hospital administrators said.
No, Willis said, Thank you.
He turned to Donna. Maam, you mind following ? We cant have you causing a disturbance at a hospital.
You have to listen to ! Donna protested, but she complied.
Ill listen. I'll be all ears. Just follow , Willis said.
She did follow him. He guided her back over to us. He stopped just close enough that we could hear everything.
Just talk to , Willis said. You dont have to raise your voice. Im listening.
My husband Bobby Gill, she said, pointing to the picture. Hes a veterinarian. We live in Southern Carousel. Three months ago, he was in a car wreck late at night. When the police arrived, he wasnt in the car. There was a lot of blood though. A witness said he was taken away in an ambulance but the hospital said that he was never dropped off except I know he was.
She was crying intensely. It got so bad she had to stop and collect herself.
Have you checked with other hospitals? Willis asked.
Of course, she said. But this one was the closest and I got a call. Look, this one is the closest. He had to have been brought here. There are other cases just like mine. It's a pattern.
The hospital called you? Willis asked.
I got a call. I heard soone on the other side, she said. She looked like she was starting to regret talking about this part. I know it was Bobby. I recognized it was him. The call traced back to this hospital.
What did he say?
She paused. I know it was Bobby. He didnt say anything. He grunted like he was trying to. Like he was gagged or hurt. I know it was him. I cant explain it. I know in my heart, my soul that it was Bobby. I just cant get the hospital to tell the truth.
I see, Willis said skeptically.
No, Donna said. Youre doing it. You dont believe . I know it sounds weird, but two people can have a connection that transcends physical space. I know it was Bobby trying to talk to . I just
Shes telling the truth, Cassie loudly interrupted. I can tell.
Whatever Cassie felt must have been strong if she was willing to say it out loud. I was also psychic but only in a way that helped fill out my backstory. I wondered if Psychic Archetypes got vibrations or sothing more.
Willis looked back at Cassie like he was scolding her for making his job harder.
Maam, he said. If the hospital says he never showed up, he probably didnt.
I can feel him
Before Willis could respond, a loud throat-clearing sound interrupted him.
It was Dr. Halle.
I couldnt help but hear your plight, he said. I do have a considerable amount of weight to throw around in this hospital. Might I be of service?
I need to find my husband, Donna said, pleading with him.
Halle nodded. Yes. I confess I am familiar with your circumstances. Word does get around in a hospital. While I am certain that your husband was never a patient in this hospital, I might offer you a tour. It may take a while, but perhaps then, you will be satisfied?
I want to see every room, she said. Especially any rooms with comatose patients. I read about so patients being mixed up because they were both unconscious. Thats my leading suspicion.
I will make the arrangents, Halle said. If you will follow .
Part of knew he was just putting on a show of politeness and charisma, but still, I wondered if there was sothing beneath that.
Because I got a strange feeling.
Off-Screen.
Kimberly had the sa feeling.
I think he was lying, Kimberly said. I dont know what about, but it was sothing.
I got the sa feeling, I said.
It was a vague note of deception in the pit of my stomach. Was the tour a sham just ant to calm a hysterical woman, or was the lie more specific, more insidious?
I think Bobby is here sowhere, Cassie said. Despite her low level, she only had one less Moxie than Kimberly and I did. It was at the expense of her other stats, but it helped her be the best Psychic she could be. Because when she said his na, I could see him on the red wallpaper.
The whole ti Halle was talking with Donna, Cassie looked like there was sothing she wanted to say, but she never did.
Like with a trope? Antoine asked.
Cassie nodded. My Anguish trope. I can see his health status. I couldnt see it until he was ntioned.
She looked afraid as if her ability might cause her to feel his pain all of a sudden like it had in the previous storyline.
Whats wrong with him? I asked.
Hes Mutilated, she said.
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