Guns Don't Kill People...My Uncle Does by Carla René

Author:Carla René [René, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Fiction, Short Stories, Humorous, Men's Adventure, Ghost
Publisher: Feedbooks
Published: 2010-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

God stalks the mind of those who would seek to defy him, but he labours under a misapprehension, for what is a crime without evidence, what murder a punishable offense without a body? —Final journal entry of John George Haigh, Jr.

On the morning of April 30th, 1949, Haigh received a knock at his warehouse door.

"Open up, Haigh, we know you're in there."

Haigh, upstairs, saw a battalion of Sussex police outside his warehouse door. He laughed, and gladly went down to let them in. "May I see a search warrant, gentlemen?" His arrogance was palpable.

"Haigh, we know you were the last to see Mrs. Deacon alive, and we know you killed her. What we don't know, is how you did it."

"Indeed, she was a client and we discussed a prosperous business venture, but she pulled out at the last minute. I've no idea why."

"Make sure he doesn't go anywhere," the sergeant said to a burly officer, who stood guard over Haigh while the men ransacked the warehouse.

"Sergeant! Out here!" One of the officers yelled from the backyard.

The sergeant grabbed his mouth to keep from vomiting when he smelled the thick sludge in the yard where his men had overturned a barrel, spilling its contents. The sergeant, kneeling down and snatching on his rubber gloves, grabbed something of interest from out of the sludge. Something that sparkled in the light.

Haigh was then escorted to the backyard and observed, unconcerned. "I'll do anything I can to help you find her. She was a sweet lady," he volunteered. After all, the police didn't need to think he was uncooperative.

When the sergeant walked over to Haigh, all the policemen were smirking. "So. Don't know anything about her disappearance, eh?"

"Yes, that's right." Haigh smiled.

"Did you know her son was supposed to pick her up that afternoon, but when he got no answer he contacted us?"

Haigh smiled. "So? What does that have to do with me?"

The sergeant continued. "May I ask you a question? How long have you been working with chemicals?"

This was getting ridiculous, but he played. "Many years. Twenty. Why?"

"Did Mrs. Deacon ever mention her ailment to you?"

He chuckled. "As a matter of fact, she did. Something about a gallstone. Why?"

"This stone?" The sergeant held the stone up to Haigh's eye level.

In a flash, Haigh took off for the warehouse, but was met with a line of officers, who promptly carted him off, while Mirandizing him.

But before they loaded him into the wagon, the sergeant spoke once more. "You thought you couldn't get caught, didn't you?"

Haigh only stared.

"What you didn't consider, was the gallstone wouldn't dissolve in chemicals. Isn't it ironic that your own victim fingered you from her grave?"

The sergeant laughed, and threw Haigh in the back of the wagon.

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