"I don't believe it! It's Sullivan Lowe!"
Sullivan spotted them. "Oh, I was going to see you two after my lunch break. But now that you're here we can go in." The three went to the inspector's office. Sullivan sat down and gasped when Dr. Nolan and Inspector Watkins told him about Albert Stuarts murder.
"This is terrible. First Jefferson disappears and now a murder! What's going on?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." said the inspector. Dr. Nolan took the cleaver out of his briefcase. Sullivan stared.
"Oh no, don't tell me!" Dr. Nolan nodded solemnly. Sullivan finally found his voice. "If I ever find out who did this, they're going to be sorry that they took that cleaver out of Grandmother's kitchen!"
Chapter 5
"You're Nora and Albert's grandson?" Inspector Watkins asked, amazed.
"Yes. I was there a few days ago and saw no suspicious activity. Oh, I almost forgot the reason I was going to see you. I think I may have spotted Jefferson."
"You have? Do tell us Sullivan."
"I was going home yesterday when I saw what looked like Jefferson's black car. Then I saw a figure dash behind my bushes. When I tried to get a closer look he had already run away." Inspector Watkins leaned forward
"I see. Well, we still haven't the faintest idea what Mr. Hawley looks like. Tell me, Sullivan. Do you know?" Sullivan stroked his mustache,
"Of course I know. I worked with him. He's tall and black haired with a thick beard. Always wore a necktie." Dr. Nolan nodded, then he asked,
"Do you know Beatrice?" Sullivan nodded "Yes, Jefferson’s fiance. She's always checking up on her father and chirping about the wedding. Quite a giddy one if I might say."
Just then the door opened and in walked Beatrice, "Sorry for barging in," she wheezed, "but I found a clue to Jefferson's disappearance." The inspector looked a bit ruffled
"One at a time, Beatrice. Sullivan might have found him." Beatrice brightened up,
"Oh Sullivan thank goodness. I found his fedora near my home. He might have been there!" Sullivan gasped
"I'm not sure he was there. I don't mean to worry you Beatrice but I think he might have been murdered." A flash of anger came across Beatrice's face
"Don't you dare talk about Jefferson that way! He is my husband-to-be and I will find him if it takes me all year!"
With that she stormed out of the office. Sullivan stared "I didn't mean to frighten her. But I'm as much concerned about Jefferson as she is. If he is dead, the scoundrel who did him in will be sorry he met Sullivan D. Lowe!" Inspector Watkins motioned for Sullivan to sit down.
"Sullivan, how often do you visit your grand— I mean Nora Stuart?"
"Not much these days. After my parents got divorced when I was 10 years old, I spent most of my time in Wisconsin with my mother. My mother is her daughter. They get along pretty well in general, but when it came to my father, they were as unbearable as ants. My father was not liked at all. He stole things, vandalized other people's property and he even got incarcerated for setting fire to the bakery. After he died, they stopped quarrelling as if nothing ever happened. To tell the truth, this may throw a loop in your investigation, Beatrice is actually my half-sister!"
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