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This was a tough bunch of yardbirds, let me tell you. No one even flinched. Not even the one I knew to be the killer. The one who had confessed without even knowing it.
"Lastly, there were the Nook and the yellow star that the recently departed was holding onto. What about those? Were they even significant?
"Yes and no. The star was going to be placed in the broken case, to make you all suspect pshrynk, who could then plead that even he was not stupid enough to place one of his avatars at the scene of the crime." They all nodded. This bunch thought like a cork screw in a tornado. It had taken me a few moments of skull sweat to come up with that answer.
"Finally, there was the Nook. It belonged to the killer. He found pshrynk prying the case off the wall and stepped in to stop him. In the ensuing struggle, the crow bar ended up in close proximity to pshrynk's skull. Three times for good measure, so we can rule out accidental death.'
The killer was starting to squirm. I loved it when that happened.
"So, the killer is the one of you who has, or should I say had, a Nook. Right, Nate?"
"Several people own Nooks. You can't pin something on me just because I own one of every book reader ever made!" I'll give him this, he did a good job at looking both outraged and innocent at the same time.
"That's right, but only one of you has confessed right in this little microphone." I held up the pen.
"Didn't you, MTravelerH?"
Shock registered on his otherwise saturnine face. He recovered quickly. "I did not confess. I specifically remember every detail about our conversation."
"No?" I tapped the notebook and played back MTravelerH as he said, "No, I must state categorically that I did not at all see the person who did this horrible crime." Everyone gasped.
"You can't see yourself do anything, can you, MTH? Clever with words is just one talent. Knowing how to be clever with hearing them is another. Call the cops, Zippy, you've got your man!"
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