Murder On Worthy Hill

The Visits

It was a nice and radiant Monday morning, and Aaron was sitting on the couch in his living room, dialing on his phone Alaina Hall's number. "555 - 1754, and call."

"Are you calling her?" Abby asked from the kitchen making eggs and bacon for breakfast.

"Yeah. But don't talk for a bit, she's gonna answer." He stood up and made a silence gesture, holding his pointer finger to his closed lips. She looked at him and stuck her tongue out, then revealed a pearly white smile. He continued to stand, but started walking back and forth waiting for Alaina Hall to answer the phone. She assuredly did.

"... Hello, is this Mrs. Hall speaking?... I'm Aaron Delta, and I'm trying to solve a case... yes, the case about Hensworth's murder... I'm calling you because you left a note saying... yes... we'll also ask a few questions... ok, let me write this down... can you repeat that, please?... yes, thank you... when is a reasonable time to visit?... oh, that's perfect... thank you, and as do you... goodbye."

Abby rinsed her hands and wiped them on a towel. She walked to Aaron, and asked, "What did she say?"

"She told me that we can visit her at three in the afternoon. I have her address written down on a sticky note."

"Ok, cool. Well, I made some breakfast, so you can dig in, and I'll go and call the President of the Corporation of Decisive Judgment. I love saying that. It sounds so, sophisticated, and important." "That's because it is." Aaron said with his mouth full of bacon. The sun shined through the clouds more, and it got more clement and pulchritudinous by the hour. Four hours later, the doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Abby exclaimed. She grabbed the knob and twisted it open. The winds outside were enduring and opened the door for her. Outside of it stood a man who towered over Abby a foot and nine inches. "Hello, are you the Informant of the CDJ?"

"I am. Jerry Foster."

"Please, come in." Aaron walked over to Abby, and offered to shake hands with the Informant of the CDJ.

"Ah, and you must be?" He shook hands with him.

"Aaron Delta. Nice to meet you."

"Jerry Foster, nice to meet you, too." Abby moved her hand to make the way to the table where the case files laid. Foster followed her hand movements, then she said,

"If you head over this way, Mr. Foster, you'll see all of the evidence and info on the case so far." He reached for one of the documents, the fingerprint affidavit.

"So, did you look at all of the evidence yet?"

"Actually no. We haven't seen the video of the murder, but we were going to as soon as we returned from visiting Alaina Hall at her home." Aaron said to Jerry.

"Well let's get going, shall we?" They all left the house and entered their vehicles.

"Just follow us, we'll be your G.P.S. essentially."

"Sounds good." They went on a thirty seven minute peregrination until they arrived at Alaina Hall's house. The sun, still bright and shining amidst the clouds, was in the middle of the sky, and the warmth was bearable. Aaron signalled Jerry that they were near the house, and soon parked in front of a medium sized house. It had a large bay window in the front, two smaller windows above, a gray roof, and a garage to the left of the door. They exited their vehicles and walked up the sidewalk to the front door, which was painted yellow. Aaron knocked on the door.

"I'm coming." said a woman with a quiet voice. The door swung open, and a tall woman appeared. She had few wrinkles, long blonde hair, and very blue eyes.

"Hello, are you Mrs. Hall?"

"I am, and you must be Aaron Delta. Who are these two?" she said with her reticently benevolent voice.

"This is Abby and Mr. Foster."

"Ah, come in, come in. There are some chairs over here, we can chat at the table."

"Great." Abby said.