It was three days after the brutal slayings in Fredonia. The local and state police had no leads whatsoever other than a large set of footprints near the Bonks' murder scene in Waubedonia Park. As for the murder scene at the railroad tracks, that had been officially ruled as an accident, with the police surmising that the young couple had simply fallen asleep on the tracks - perhaps due to alcohol or drugs. Toxicology reports would not be known for awhile.
Old Pete had blown a fuse. The octogenarian paced back and forth on Fredonia Avenue, never venturing off the block in which Mr. Fritz's stood. He waved his arms at passing cars and shouted "Buster Koons! Buster Koons! He's back! We're all gonna die!"
Within 10 minutes Officer Donaldson was on the scene trying to calm the old man down.
"We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die!" Pete continued to scream.
Donaldson grabbed the old man by his collar and stopped his frantic pacing. "Pete, you need to settle down here. I don't have time for this today. I've got real work to do. Now go on home, lay down, and get some rest."
The confrontation brought Old Pete back to Earth. He reached out his wrinkled hands and lightly tugged on Donaldson's chest, pulling on his shirt. He looked the officer right in the eyes and whispered, "Find Richard Grassman's son. He's the only one that can stop the plague of murder. Find him. Find him."
The old man pulled away and disappeared around the corner. Donaldson looked a bit confused, lightly shook his head and mumbled, "Crazy drunk."
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I like Old Pete. I have to admit that I had to look "octogenarian" up!! LOL
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