Granny's Revenge revised 2 compatible mode

Guilty

Nancy and Granny Betty are busy chatting as they enjoy their meal. Only a few boxes, a bed, and a folding table with fold up chairs remain in the room. A loud commotion in the hall makes the two women jump. 

"What is going on?" Granny glances towards her door. They hear heavy footsteps and muffled voices echoing through the corridors. 

"I better find out." Nancy springs up from her seat. Betty grabs her cane and follows behind her. The ladies first see three officers outside Matilda's door. They then notice a second crew snooping through her belongings. The ladies watch the officers' photograph items and then place them in containers. 

"What... What are they doing?" Nancy finally manages to question. 

"It looks like they're collecting evidence." 

Nancy turns towards Granny. "What could she possibly do that'd cause the police to go through her stuff?" 

"Maybe she's the one who's murdering all of our town drunks," She suggests, trying hard not to smile. 

"It can't be her not sweet little Matilda." Being a little under five feet, and excessively overweight, Matilda is as tall as she is round. 

"Serial killers are good at personas; They make everyone believe they're normal when they're not. Take Ted Bundy, Mark Dahmer, or Albert Fish, for example." 

"I know, but Matilda? She just seems so sweet, so caring like a typical Grandma." 

"Guess you never know these days." Granny Betty walks back into her room. 

"How do you know about all this police stuff, anyhow?" Nancy follows her to the table. 

"I watch a lot of crime shows, dear, lots of crime shows." This is why I'll never get caught. She shoves the last bite of food in her mouth. 

*** 

Joe and his three detectives watch their forensics team diligently process the scene. Passerby's continually stop and stare, Joe politely ushers them along. "Make sure you do this by the book, guys; I'd hate for our serial killer to get off on a technicality." 

"We will, sir." Kirk photographs an item and then puts it into a container. 

"I just found our murder weapon, sir." Kirk holds up a blood-smeared cane. 

"Keep searching; see what else you can find." 

"I will, sir." 

Jerry glances over at Mark. "Do you still think Joe is losing his marbles?" 

The rookie has some nerve to doubt my abilities, especially since he's still so wet behind the ears. Joe spins around. "You're questioning my judgment, son?" Joe gives him a piercing stare.

Mark nervously looks at his partners and then back to Joe. "I didn't think she would do it, sir." 

"Why did you think that hmm?" Joe taps his foot as he waits for a response. 

"She doesn't fit the normal profile." He anxiously shifts his weight. 

I need to be tough about this, drill it in his head.  "Never assume anything, son, because false assumptions can get you injured or killed," he firmly states, getting in Mark's face. 

Mark takes a shaky step back. "I'll... I'll remember what you said, sir." 

"Be sure you do." Joe grabs his phone from his pocket. "Joe here...." "You have something for us, I'll be right over." Joe hangs up his phone and then turns towards his detectives. Sharon says she has some..." Realizing his detectives have a big grin on their face he stops in mid-sentence. "This isn't another one of your pranks, is it, guys?" he questions carefully watching their body language.