It had all started off as a simple dinner party. Everyone was joking and having fun, that was until a gunshot rang out. A man was dead, killed from within a locked room, the oldest trick in the book. The police had been rung and all that there was left to do was wait.
“Inspector Meguire! Please be reasonable, all my guests are respectably wealthy in their own regard!” A wheelchair bound old man scolded. “This has been a rough night for us all and the investigation has gone nowhere.”
The inspector, a man in a beige hat with trench coat and trousers, white shirt and a dark green tie with a bushy moustache was as black as his shiny shoes, chuckled nervously, waving his hands in quick succession.
“Hey, I hear ya bub. Having a crime scene in your home where you’re dining with guests ain’t fun but the bank manager is deader than a fish out of water so we can’t just let anyone go just yet.” Meguire replied slightly.
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