Bo dug up a gun, a metal box with cash. Where will he dig next?
It's the Bardstown's 16th decade, birthday celebration! The whole town is invited to the events. Detective Hall, was just about to "close shop" for the day and leave a skeleton crew on to answer phones and 911 him if an emergency arrives, then, suddenly his phone rings ...
"Yes, this is Detective Hall, speaking. What! You found a gun buried under Elmer's sycamore tree? How did you think to look there? Oh, his neighbor's dog dug it up. Yes, we've had complaints of that dog digging in yards all over Bardstown. Wait, what's that you say? There was a metal box with lots of cash buried with the gun?"
Detective John Hall drove over to Elmer Jones’s place to find out why Elmer’s neighbor, Joyce Root, became so excited about; on arrival, he spotted her sitting at a picnic table. She stood up to shake hands and asked, "I wonder who would bury money along with a gun? Does that make any sense to you?"
Detective Hall examined the contents. "You said on the phone that a dog dug this box up?"
Joyce commented, "Yes, this is Todd Munson’s dog, Bo, who's also been digging in everyone's yard. We can't figure out what's got into him all of a sudden. Oh, here’s comes Todd now.” A man walked over and gave his dog a big hug while Bo licked his face in greeting.
"I'm Detective Hall, do you know anything about this box, and why it's buried under Elmer's sycamore tree?" Detective Hall asked
Todd laughed, “I buried that box myself, this is my method to keep me from spending the money, that's all; by the way, that gun isn’t mine, it belongs to Marty Wilkes, the bartender over at Casey's Bar and Grill. A couple of weeks ago, I got him out of a sticky situation with some loan sharks."
“Ahhh, that explains the money, but why bury Marty's gun, too?” Detective Hall scratched his head.
When Todd clammed up, Detective Hall said, "You better accompany me to police headquarters."
Walking into police headquarters, Detective Hall ushered Todd to the holding cell, and proceeded to his office where he jotted down the serial number on the gun before sending it to forensics. He then counted the money and recorded the sum before packaging it to take over to evidence; afterwards, he drove over to Casey’s Bar and Grill to question the bartender on duty.
"Nope, I haven't seen Marty in four days," The bartender answered while filling up glasses for the other patrons.
Detective Hall turned to question the patrons lounging at the tables nearby. "Has anyone seen Marty Wilkes lately?" When everybody shook their heads 'no', the concerned the detective, with no other clues to go on, returned to his office to write his report before going home.
The next morning, Joyce brought the Detective another bone Bo dug up in her garden. "I know it wasn't there when I planted my seeds, and now I wonder if they're human?"
Detective Hall held open a evidence bag and Joyce tucked it inside. He thanked her for being such a considerate citizen of Bardstown, and sent the bone to forensics in Painesville, hoping their report will help his case; sure enough, they found it to be human, but with traces of lye, and sulfuric acid on it.
Elmer called in to report Bo dug up Marty’s skull buried under his porch. When word got out about that gruesome fact, others around the town reported their bones Bo had dug up in their yard. Everyone thought they were just animal, but now thought otherwise.
In Plainville, Forensics Pathology checked the head for any evidence on how the victim died. Why did the murderers leave the skull intact was still a mystery, but now they knew for sure Marty was shot twice to the back of his head with one bullet still embedded in the skull; here, they found fingerprints on it.
Detective Hall walked back to the holding cell, stared Todd directly in his eye to ask, “Your dog has been busy gathering evidence, digging up bones all over Bardstown that someone buried. What do you know about all this? Now he dug up Marty's skull which makes me wonder what you know about this?”
Todd sighed, "Isn't it ironic my own dog gets me arrested and convicted!"
Written for "The Bard's Hall Contest"