The+Silent+Killer

The Silent Killer Houston Texas, a cop, about 40 graying hair and tanned skin, sitting in his desk was reviewing a case. This case was important to him, the one case he couldn’t solve. He remembered it like it just happened. “THIS IS THE LAST STRAW,” yelled Harry Renksin, a 27 year old man with blond hair,” I’M TIRED OF THAT GUY STEALING MY STUFF. For 5 years I’ve had to replace tools, tires, and supplies. 5 years and now he steals my lawnmower, the one thing my father bought me before he died and he flat out steals it, no please, no warning, just gone in the morning side window broken. “Hello neighbor, how are you today?” ask a middle aged man in a garage next door. “Don’t give me that neighborly crap anymore, I know you stole my mower and you will live to regret it!” he yelled back. Harry stormed back into his house fuming about the mower. “I’ll call the police, they can sort this kind of thing out, and that’ll put him jail for couple of years for theft. He’ll regret stealing that from me. Yes he will. He walked over to the phone and dialed 911 and waited for it to connect “Hello, 911 what is your emergency?” asked a women’s voice. “Yes I would like to report a stolen lawnmower; my neighbor George is the one that stole it.’ “Are you sure the neighbor stole it?’’ she asked. “Yes, I am positive; he has stolen tools from me for as long as I have lived here.” He replied. “Ok, I’ll send an officer over, have a nice day.” The line went dead and Harry hung the receiver up. He was next to ecstatic over what his neighbor was facing. He just decided to lie down when his doorbell rang. He went to the front door and the hot Texan air hit him like a wall. In 5 years he never made the change from Chicago temperature to the hotter Texan one. “Harry, what was that about back there, I haven’t taken anything from you without permission or without giving it back. I have never thought of stealing from you,” said Georg. “Then why is mower gone, why was the weed whacker gone, why was the power drills gone, who has been taking my stuff for the last 5 years and not always returning it. Also who always had projects going on that needed tools like the ones taken? Your deck? You Landscaping? Very coincidental that those tools just happened to get stolen when you were working on those projects.” He accused. He could have gone on further but George cut in. “As much as it seems that I took them-“he started “Which you did” Harry interjected. “As much as it seems I took them,” he restarted, “I can assure you I didn’t.” He argued. Was it the heat or did he sweat trickling down his face and his voice catch every few words. “I have never taken anything from you and this feud you are trying to start just break the neighborhood peace that has been built up over the years.” “Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you, keep the peace, make it seem like nothing happened, but I have news for you. That cop car in your driveway, he’s here for you, I called the police. Let them settle it.” And he was right Mr.Pulli broke into a flabbergasted stutter and noticeably started sweating. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> “Is everything ok here? I’m Police Chief Lloyd, I received a call about stolen lawnmowers, which one of you called?” The chief asked. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I did officer, this man has stolen countless tools and items from my garage for years.” Harry said almost dancing from joy. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Ok, I will just have a look around his garage, can you list the most previously stolen items for me.” The younger officer asked. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Yes, he has stolen a set a ratchets, a weed whacker, a power drill, and a lawnmower.” He listed. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Seems like a lot of stuff, haven’t you noticed him sneaking in?’’ inquired the chief. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“I can’t say I have, my job takes me into the city every day until 6 in the evening. This is my only day off to catch up on my house and I noticed that my mower was gone.” <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Ok, we will have a look around. Frank get over here,” called Officer Lloyd. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"What is happening here," said Samantha Pulli. Samantha is the wife of George Pulli. They have been married now for 5 months. This is not a normal marriage though; George is 34 years older than Samantha. "I heard the police car outside and came out to see what the problem was," Samantha said. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"Oh there is no problem out here I will just be looking around awhile with Deputy Frank," said Police Chief Lloyd. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">That night Harry was in his office thinking of ways to kill George for all the embarrassment that George has called him. "Maybe I could just shoot him and get it over with, I could also stab him, or even better inject him with scorpion venom. Yes, that is what I'll do I could get the venom from the desert scorpions, put it in a bottle, and kill him. I could put the syringe in his wife's purse to frame her. Now, how can I get into the building without being spotted? I know, I can sneak through the air ducts," said Harry. Then he went up to bed to go to sleep feeling satisfied with his plan. The next morning came and Harry went out to the desert to get some venom. This desert has a lot of dirt bike riders in it, so he would have to be careful not to get caught. So, Harry went to the most remote part of the desert, turned over a few rocks and captured about 15 scorpions in a glass jar. Harry said, "That should be enough to get as much venom as I need. So he threw the scorpions in the back seat of the car, and he headed home. As he was going home he was pulled "Licence and registration," said Lloyd. Harry took out his wallet, got his I.D., and gave him the over by a police car, it just happened to be Police Chief Lloyd registration papers. Lloyd said, "Hey aren't you the guy from yesterday that got his lawn mower stolen. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">“Yes, that was me," said Harry. "You didn't happen to make some progress in this case yet?" said Harry.  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"We found A mower inside of George's house, but it does not match the description you gave us yesterday," said Lloyd, I bet it is just your imagination." <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"Are you sure that it did not match my description?" said Harry. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"Yes, positive we checked it and rechecked," Lloyd said. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"Well have you interviewed any neighborers about all of the other tools and stuff he also took from me," said Harry. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"We were planning on doing that this week, there is really no rush," Lloyd said. No rush, I cannot believe this there was a crime committed and you say there is no rush!' screamed Harry. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Lloyd said, "Hey, I have to go, but here is a $169 speeding ticket to ease your mind." Harry ripped the parking ticket into little tiny pieces, and sped off think how lucky he was that the officer did not check the trunk. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">As Harry got home he saw George outside using his lawn mower. Harry was thinking to himself, "I cannot let George see the jar.” Harry was taking the jar out of his car when George yelled out, "what is in the jar." Sneakily he yelled back, "It’s a surprise for your birth day next month. When Harry got into his house he remembered didn't have a syringe, so he drove to the nearest Ygo Mart to get it. That night Harry was finally going to get his revenge <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">That night Harry had planned his attack and escape over, and over again until he knew the plan by heart. He would go through the crawlspace underneath the house, since George was rich and could afford central air for his home. He would travel through the ducts into George's bedroom. Earlier that day Harry overheard George and his wife saying, " Don't worry George I will be back in the morning I need to see my sister" said George's wife. Harry knew that since George's wife would not be home it would be only him and George since they did not have children. As midnight came Harry slyly looked out his window to see if George had gone to sleep. He knew which room was his because it was the only room that was lit up, at 12:30 all lights were off. "I’ll give him an hour he will be asleep by then." said Harry. That one hour felt like a year for Harry, pacing back and forth debating whether he should do it or not. Finally he came to a realization that he could do it and would. 1:30 Am Harry knew that it was time. He grabbed all he needed to take, the dead scorpion, the syringe, and a screwdriver. He let his house and was quiet to not make much noise and he found his way to George's trash can. "If I put the dead scorpions in here his wife would look like a suspect. As Harry put the scorpions in the trash can he dropped the lid but caught it mid air not to make a noise. "That was too close for comfort" said Harry to himself. He then found his way to the crawlspace entrance. He took out his screwdriver and unscrewed the panel. He then found the air duct leading straight into his house. It was just one more screw and he was in the air ducts. Harry was careful not to crawl in the middle of the duct as not to make and much noise. Once Harry was above the vent in George's room he took out the syringe, and with trembling hands he took a deep breath and crawled out onto the floor. Harry then uncapped the syringe and paused for a moment as he realized what he was about to do, "what if I get caught, who will watch my family, what if I get the electric chair?" all these question swirled through his mind and he finally came to the realization that it had to be done. He was now looking down upon George, he pulled George's eyelid back to hide the injection hole. He inserted the syringe and injected the enter thing. A brief gasp was all the came out of George, he was now dead. George’s wife surprisingly left her purse there. He planted the syringe in the purse and was out of the house in no time. He made sure all screws were put back and made it look as if nothing happened. As Harry entered his house a feeling of relief was felt, He then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit the smoke, and took a deep drag. Harry then noticed the clock 3:34, "I made good time and was perfect on the way I pulled it off," said Harry. As the feeling of accomplishment sank in so did Harry into the night and fell asleep as if nothing had happened. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">The next morning Harry awoke feeling quite refreshed. He went outside to have a smoke when suddenly he heard a loud shriek from George’s house. It was George's wife Samantha. He ran over there as fast as he could trying to pretend that he didn't know what happened. When he got into the house he saw Samantha weeping over Georges cold lifeless body. She spoke in a weak voice saying, " who, who could have done such a thing to my beloved George he never did anyone any harm. Please get some help call the police anything!" Henry nervously picked up the phone and dialed 911 and before they knew it the police were there with an ambulance. All the paramedics had to say was we're sorry madam but your husband has passed away over night and there is no bringing him back. At this time George’s wife grew pale and sickly. The sheer sight of how this had affected Samantha dwelled in Harry's mind. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Harry thought he felt his heart stop when the chief of police Officer Lloyd said, "well what have we here?" Opening Samantha’s purse he found the syringe. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Samantha quickly retaliated saying “No, I didn't do it I would never, I love my husband!"  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Chief Lloyd, trying to calm her down, said, "Now now miss we aren't going to jump to anything drastic we are just going to take this in for fingerprints. Meanwhile we will put you under surveillance until we find more evidence. Henry trying to get out of the situation slowly tried to sneak out the back door when he heard the bone chilling words, “Where do you think you’re going? You can't just leave the scene of a crime."  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Harry replied, “Oh I’m sorry officer I'm not feeling very well I missed breakfast and all so I'm just going to go home for a bite and I'll be back in thirty minutes or so." <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Shortly after Harry left deputy Frank yelled, " Hey chief what do you make of this?" The chief came over and was surprised to see deputy Frank over the trash can staring at some scorpions all shriveled up with their stingers cut off. Then Deputy Frank said, “Well I think we know what was in that syringe now."  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">"Yes I do believe you’re onto something. Good work deputy" replied Chief Lloyd. Now all we need to find out is what the motive was and who did it. Harry went home and started pacing around the house trying to figure out a way to get out of his dire situation. He finally came up with an idea. He thought that the police would be checking for finger prints so he thought that if he could somehow use some Lysol spray to "freshen up the room" that he could destroy the fingerprints, and to get it in he would hide it in his coat. He went back to the scene of the crime only to find that more cops had shown up and they had been questioning Samantha on what she knew. Then, when Henry got close enough Officer Lloyd called him over and asked him some questions like where he was on the night of the murder, what he saw when he came into the house, and so on. When he was finished with the questions he let Harry remain in the house while he searched for more clues. Harry was thrilled because to his relief everything had been left just the way it was and when no one was looking he would spray a little bit of Lysol onto the syringe and once he did that he hid it back in his coat. After the search was complete Chief Lloyd said all right you two are free to go we will take this evidence and find out what happened. <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Harry walked out of the house elated he thought to himself, “Wow! I can't believe I really got away with it well now I just hope they don't find out I did it in the fingerprint tests. Well I have made it through part one and the rest should be smooth sailing."  <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">That night Harry went on the internet to check his Lysol theory to see if it was true. He came across the article and saw that Lysol sometimes gets rid of fingerprints. Harry freaked out so much that he nearly fell out of his chair. He had to grab onto the desk to make sure that he didn't. Soon after his panic attack, Harry pulled himself together. He looked at the web site again, he noticed a link to another story, and he opened it. The title was “Proven, Lysol gets rid of finger prints on plastic materials,” Harry was greatly relieved to hear the good news. The syringe was plastic    <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">A week past and Officer Lloyd got the test back with no evidence that Harry committed the crime. They came to arrest Samantha the following day. As she was polling away in the cop car there was Harry smiling and waving thinking to himself “Loser.” <span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">He then went back to his shed to grab so tools, and neatly tucked in a corner was his lawn mower with a note reading’ “Sorry I forgot to tell you I was borrowing this, I played stupid before, because I had to get it fixed. The fan belt was broken. Sorry, George”