Midnight Rendezvous-Epilogue

Ted here with a new entry for The Bulge Blog.

Things been a bit slow for me since they've kept me out of the loop and in the dark about the progress of the case of Bloody Wisteria, the creepy apartment I'm living in that has become the source of sensation on Bartholomew Riggs a.k.a. Bart and his nightwatch team's bizarre death, as well as the mysterious disappearance deaths of many a young child here.

Since they found evidence to suggest that it was Detective Mason Harrigon who had slayed and committed all these crimes, they decided to throw the book on him almost immediately and wrote it off as case closed, barring any more further investigations that might tarnish one of their own.

I, for one, am not convinced.

Things couldn't have been that simple.

I'll admit that Detective Harrigon was very into this case and put most of his own man power and hours into it to almost the point of obsession, but it seems to me that he was doing this to catch the bad guy, not being the bad guy.

I have a feeling he was being framed, and was murdered for it to cover their tracks.

But by whom? Who could be sinister enough to do such a thing?

Come to think of it, the only other person more or less in speaking terms with Detective Harrigon was our fix-it guy George.

Maybe that kid might know something we don't.

I suppose I could drop by that kid's place for a while and find out some clues. Maybe even provide me with some new material for the case I'm writing on. I heard George wasn't much of a people person and kept to himself (or herself, can't really tell, actually), but a journalist's gotta do what a journalist's gotta do.

Ted, signing off.

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