Headlights sprayed into the circular driveway, wild drivers fishtailed their way into the parking spots. Meanwhile, Tom, George, and Vi slunk down the grassy knoll to the goat pen.
" 'Ello there Mr. Lauren. Errol's just been murdered. Did you know?"
"Oh hello there, Eli. I suppose you saw the murder? Did you see who shot him?" Inquired Tom, he shuffled his feet anxiously, desperate to know this information.
"I'm sorry Mr. Lauren. I don't have that information. Do you know where Colin is?"
"Upstairs. Greeting guests. Now come on George! You too Vi. I can't hold up our party any longer. The mystery of this murder will have to wait!" And with that Tom whisked away, his coattails billowing in the breeze. Tom was always a distinguished man, but being as the murder had happened the night of his party, he entered the festivities very solemn and perturbed by an unseen force of anger and disbelief.
That night was one where everyone at least danced five times. Roaring laughter bounced across the walls and film stars and men of Wall Street meandered the halls. Even Toms old boss, Mr. Edvard Winston lost at multiple games of poker. Vi flitted around the room in her wine-colored gown, greeting old friends and gossiping about her wedding to come.
However, one thing still remained awry, and that is that Errol was still propped up in the large armchair imported from a castle in Sweden. So many people walked by seeing a man sitting in the office they did not notice, that is until Vi brought some friends in to look at her old model posters. And that is when a young lady fainted where she stood. Vi jumped and turned to face the chair.
"Oh good Lord! Tom!" In a disorganized gallop, Tom entered the study.
"Tom! Errol is still in the chair, and we have guests. We cannot ruin our reputation." Panted Violet.
"You are right of course. Tomorrow I will find someone to help us solve this. For now, open the window." Violets face looked as though she was murdered herself. Her big blue eyes widened and her mouth stretched into a gaping hole. To throw Errol out the window would be absolutely insane, but Tom did it anyway.
"Eli can deal with it. After all thats what plowboys are for. Colin can help him. I'll send him out immediately. For now, we need to amp up this party."
