Mo Mysteries: The Williamson’s Case pt 1

It was a stormy night
i’m in my office working on the Williamson’s case. i take a drag of my pipe…. exhale, the smoke cloud kinda looks like a skull.

Mo swings the door open. Him and his dumb flower fedora. Maybe I’m a hater. “what do you want Mo”

“Eh i got some news for you boss.”

“good or bad?”

“both.” 

Lightning flashes and thunder cracks, then I hear dogs barking outside. “shut the door kid and start with the bad news,” I pour myself a whiskey neat.

he shuts the door. “i spoke to Mr. E like you asked. he knows…”

“WHAT?!” I shout, then sigh and take a swig of my whiskey, “how do you know he knows?”

“well uhh he didn’t say it outright. and he has a helluva poker face. actually it’s just plain creepy.. i don’t think i’ve seen him blink befo- “

“GOTDAMNIt MO,” I snapped. “You’re rambling again.”

Mo jumps at the sound of my voice. Then stutters “uhh i uh. S-sorry boss. uh he was showing me signs. you know how he works.”

sigh. “here take a hit of this” i pass him a pipe. “it’s weed, sorry about shouting at ya Mo. but we need to get to the bottom of this.”

“i know, i know Boss. but that’s all i got.”

“Alright… what about that good news.”

“you know about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?”

“MO !”

“i’m sorry boss i couldn’t help myself. Good news is Ms. Ivy is back in town. She made a grand reentrance back on the scene. Her and her gang, ‘The Seven Soul Sistas” had a shoot out with Mr. Dubois’ boys before i could even talk to em. she came out on top. On their turf too!”

“Maybe she’s after the same people we are.” Or she’s come to wreak havoc on the city again. 

“yep. that’s pretty much what i’m saying.” Mo lights the pipe and takes a pull. Then tries to speak through his uncontrollable coughing, “She wants… to schedule… a me.. etin.” He takes a huge inhale “Man that’s some mean stuff Boss”

“Jesus! Mo drink some water! But okay. send her flowers. You know the ones she likes. And Leave a note with my next availability.”

Mo walks to the water cooler and pours himself a drink. And another. “This water thing is the real deal aint it boss? Clears ya right up. But I Gotcha boss. But uhh, I gotta theory boss.”

Mo was a smart kid. sometimes too smart for his own good. that’s why i hired him to work for me. so i could protect him. but also teach him a few things. It’s rough out here in these black and white streets. “What ya got tinkerin’ in ya head”

“Well uhh.. to start.. The killer we’re looking for… what’s his M.O. ?”

i shuffled through the papers on my desk. “he puts on a show. after he kills his victims he removes the heart, sets up a table for two in the middle of some road, leaves the body at one end of the table leaving one empty chair and leaves the heart in the center and leaves it for people to see. The victims seem to be random so, but what’s your theory?”

“Right, right… so, what if he’s an artist of some kind?”

“is that synonymous to psychopath? what are you getting at Mo?”

“Mr. E suggested that Mr. Williamson was a curator back in the day. He won’t tell me anything else. But the last two victims… ”

I interrupt “I see where you’re getting at. Not much but a start.” hmm. it seems like Mr. E wants us to find this killer too. But, if he knows who the killer is why wont he just up and tell us… and how does that link our killer with the Dubois Boys… and who is the extra seat for at these tables… “Good work Mo. Let’s hit all the galleries we know on this side of town.