A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man
Christopher Boone was looking out the window of his home, when the phone rang. His dog, Sandy, was sitting by his side. On the phone, Captain Jones told him they had found a dead body along the side of the London Bridge. Chris rushed for his coat, grabbed his coffee and ran out the door and into his car. He backed out of his driveway and drove towards the bridge. His pet rat, Toby 2, was in his pocket. He brought Toby 2 whenever he started a new case because it brought him luck in solving the crime.
When he arrived at the bridge, he parked to the left side where the crime had occurred, letting the cars on that side of the road pass. When Chris got out of the car he saw the body of a man, leaning on the rail of the bridge, with his mouth open and his head leaning forward toward his body facing the street. The man had a knife sticking out of his side and had multiple stab wounds all over him. Chris began to block off the scene with the yellow ribbon which said “Crime Investigation-Do Not Cross” written all over it. He thought to himself today was not going to be good, since it started with the yellow tape. Yellow was bad. But the blood on the sidewalk was red, which meant it could be a good day.
Chris began to examine the body, being careful not to disturb any evidence, and jotted notes down in his little black book. Next to his notes, he jotted down a few math problems just to make himself feel a little better. As an autistic man, his talent was in math. Doing math problems sometimes made his day go a lot smoother. It was another secret he had; just like Toby 2 was his secret.
Chris laid out a big piece of plastic, blue covering and wrapped the body in it and put the knife carefully in a plastic bag. The body was placed in the Coroner’s car and drove away. The other agents working at the scene would send along what facts they found out. They were fairly sure the body was of a man who was wanted by the Secret Service for a very long time.
Chris drove to his lab to prepare for his investigation. When he arrived, he starting looking at his notes, trying to piece things together. A man wearing a long, black trench coat walked through the door. Chris turned and looked at him. “May I help you sir?” Chris asked. “Hello, my name is Bond. James Bond. I’m with the Secret Service. I was called down to help with the investigation and to tell you all I know about the murder victim, since I knew of him pretty well.” Chris then asked him, “What do you know about this man, so far?” James responded, “His name was Ernst Stavro Blofeld. He owned the Institut fur physiologische Forschung in Piz Gloria, Switzerland and was the leader in the field of allergies. He was very corrupt and actually was responsible for biological agents getting into England over the last few months. He’s been trying to destroy our economy through destroying our agriculture. Needless to say, we won’t miss the chap.” Bond explained how he went under cover as Sir Hilary Bray so he could gather all the information from Blofeld and expose his plans.
James continued telling the story about Blofeld’s Institute and about his own skiing escape down the deadly peaked mountains with Blofeld’s men on his tail the whole time. He had barely escaped. Chris said, “Wow, you really do know a lot about this Blofeld; I’m glad he can’t cause any more chaos. Do you have any ideas about who my have killed him?” James said, “Well, with a man like Blofeld, he probably had lots of enemies. He was very harsh on his guards about a month ago. Had a few of them killed for not doing a good enough job for him. After my escape, he was furious with the guards for not catching me. He planned to keep them under his control through hypnosis. It was said that a few days later one of the guards escaped using my plan.” Chris said, “Do you think he found out where Blofeld fled to?” James replied, “Blofeld did come to London to pick up some more of his allergy infected girls, to bring them back to his scientific lab for a so-called, cure.”
Chris said, “Do you know this guard’s name by any chance, James?” He answered, “I only heard him mention names once or twice. I think it may have been Tyler. Yes, it was Tyler Blackwell, I think.” Christopher looked up the data on the computer. “Yes, here it is. Blackwell took a flight here last week. Guess that makes him a suspect.” Bond said, “I knew that guy was a snake, just like Blofeld!” “Now, hold on James, we aren’t done with our investigation yet. Don’t go throwing out assumptions. We have to be sure we keep our facts very organized. Why don’t you check for fingerprints on the murder weapon for me?” Chris went over to the computer and started searching again. “Oh. According to this data Tyler is staying at the Marriot on Kensington Road. Let's go find him. We can wait for those prints later.”
Both James and Chris put on their coats and went out the door. Toby 2 had to stay here for this one. They got in the car and drove towards the Marriot hotel. When they got there they parked and walked down to the hotel lobby. When they got to the lobby they went to talk to one of the hotel lobby staff. James said, “I’m James Bond from the Secret Service and I’m looking for Tyler Blackwell. Do you know where he can be found?” The man at the counter said, “Oh, yes let me see, he is currently staying in room 311, on the third floor. Just take the elevator up when you’re ready.” James said, “Thank you sir.” James and Chris walked towards the elevator and pressed the button next to it. A few minutes later the elevator arrived and both James and Chris got in and pressed the button for level three. They waited while the elevator rose and got off at their stop. James said, “Now, let’s see which way the three hundred’s are. According to the sign the three hundreds are to the left.” Both Chris and James kept searching until they arrived at room 311.
Christopher Boone was looking out the window of his home, when the phone rang. His dog, Sandy, was sitting by his side. On the phone, Captain Jones told him they had found a dead body along the side of the London Bridge. Chris rushed for his coat, grabbed his coffee and ran out the door and into his car. He backed out of his driveway and drove towards the bridge. His pet rat, Toby 2, was in his pocket. He brought Toby 2 whenever he started a new case because it brought him luck in solving the crime.
When he arrived at the bridge, he parked to the left side where the crime had occurred, letting the cars on that side of the road pass. When Chris got out of the car he saw the body of a man, leaning on the rail of the bridge, with his mouth open and his head leaning forward toward his body facing the street. The man had a knife sticking out of his side and had multiple stab wounds all over him. Chris began to block off the scene with the yellow ribbon which said “Crime Investigation-Do Not Cross” written all over it. He thought to himself today was not going to be good, since it started with the yellow tape. Yellow was bad. But the blood on the sidewalk was red, which meant it could be a good day.
Chris began to examine the body, being careful not to disturb any evidence, and jotted notes down in his little black book. Next to his notes, he jotted down a few math problems just to make himself feel a little better. As an autistic man, his talent was in math. Doing math problems sometimes made his day go a lot smoother. It was another secret he had; just like Toby 2 was his secret.
Chris laid out a big piece of plastic, blue covering and wrapped the body in it and put the knife carefully in a plastic bag. The body was placed in the Coroner’s car and drove away. The other agents working at the scene would send along what facts they found out. They were fairly sure the body was of a man who was wanted by the Secret Service for a very long time.
Chris drove to his lab to prepare for his investigation. When he arrived, he starting looking at his notes, trying to piece things together. A man wearing a long, black trench coat walked through the door. Chris turned and looked at him. “May I help you sir?” Chris asked. “Hello, my name is Bond. James Bond. I’m with the Secret Service. I was called down to help with the investigation and to tell you all I know about the murder victim, since I knew of him pretty well.” Chris then asked him, “What do you know about this man, so far?” James responded, “His name was Ernst Stavro Blofeld. He owned the Institut fur physiologische Forschung in Piz Gloria, Switzerland and was the leader in the field of allergies. He was very corrupt and actually was responsible for biological agents getting into England over the last few months. He’s been trying to destroy our economy through destroying our agriculture. Needless to say, we won’t miss the chap.” Bond explained how he went under cover as Sir Hilary Bray so he could gather all the information from Blofeld and expose his plans.
James continued telling the story about Blofeld’s Institute and about his own skiing escape down the deadly peaked mountains with Blofeld’s men on his tail the whole time. He had barely escaped. Chris said, “Wow, you really do know a lot about this Blofeld; I’m glad he can’t cause any more chaos. Do you have any ideas about who my have killed him?” James said, “Well, with a man like Blofeld, he probably had lots of enemies. He was very harsh on his guards about a month ago. Had a few of them killed for not doing a good enough job for him. After my escape, he was furious with the guards for not catching me. He planned to keep them under his control through hypnosis. It was said that a few days later one of the guards escaped using my plan.” Chris said, “Do you think he found out where Blofeld fled to?” James replied, “Blofeld did come to London to pick up some more of his allergy infected girls, to bring them back to his scientific lab for a so-called, cure.”
Chris said, “Do you know this guard’s name by any chance, James?” He answered, “I only heard him mention names once or twice. I think it may have been Tyler. Yes, it was Tyler Blackwell, I think.” Christopher looked up the data on the computer. “Yes, here it is. Blackwell took a flight here last week. Guess that makes him a suspect.” Bond said, “I knew that guy was a snake, just like Blofeld!” “Now, hold on James, we aren’t done with our investigation yet. Don’t go throwing out assumptions. We have to be sure we keep our facts very organized. Why don’t you check for fingerprints on the murder weapon for me?” Chris went over to the computer and started searching again. “Oh. According to this data Tyler is staying at the Marriot on Kensington Road. Let's go find him. We can wait for those prints later.”
Both James and Chris put on their coats and went out the door. Toby 2 had to stay here for this one. They got in the car and drove towards the Marriot hotel. When they got there they parked and walked down to the hotel lobby. When they got to the lobby they went to talk to one of the hotel lobby staff. James said, “I’m James Bond from the Secret Service and I’m looking for Tyler Blackwell. Do you know where he can be found?” The man at the counter said, “Oh, yes let me see, he is currently staying in room 311, on the third floor. Just take the elevator up when you’re ready.” James said, “Thank you sir.” James and Chris walked towards the elevator and pressed the button next to it. A few minutes later the elevator arrived and both James and Chris got in and pressed the button for level three. They waited while the elevator rose and got off at their stop. James said, “Now, let’s see which way the three hundred’s are. According to the sign the three hundreds are to the left.” Both Chris and James kept searching until they arrived at room 311.
Chris went towards the door and gave a knock. The door opened a crack. Through the door, Chris and James could see a face. It almost didn’t look human! Chris said, “I’m detective Christopher Boone and this is my associate from the Secret Service, James Bond. We’re here to ask you some questions. Are you Tyler Blackwell?” The door suddenly flung open. The man standing there was hideous, but somehow looked familiar to Bond. His face and arms were covered with oozing blisters and his skin was a greenish color. Black spots protruded and flesh hung from his face. “Ughh! I’m gonna kill you! Out of the way-- let me get a hold of him!” Just then Blackwell jumped towards Bond with his hands held out, but fell to the floor. “It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Blackwell screamed. “After you escaped, Blofeld decided to make me one of his guinea pigs and injected me with his chemicals. Now look at me! I’m dying! There’s nothing left! But at least Blofeld is dead too. God knows how many more people he would have killed. At least I did one thing good in my life. And I got my revenge!” Chris asked, “So you do confess to the murder of Ernst Blofeld?” “Yes, I do, and I’m proud of it!” he responded. “If anyone deserved to die, it was Blofeld.” Blackwell said.
“Well, guess that wraps it up.” James said. “Let’s bring him in.” The men walked Blackwell down the hallway with no resistance and put him in the car. “Thanks for your help, James. It’s been great working with you.” Chris said. “We’ll have to work together again someday.” James said.
Chris drove home that night and saw five red cars in a row. It really was a super good day after all. When he got home, his dog Sandy was there waiting for him by the door, tail wagging. Chris was proud of himself for solving another case and he knew he could do anything. He was a great detective after all.
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