Hometown Detective

The Story of Juan Mitchell (Part 11)

Juan walked in and sat down. He started eyeing the pizza that I had just sat on the table.

"Okay Juan, this isn't going to be easy for me since I work with you, but we are short handed on the detective side of things so I am going to conduct your interview." I said, " I want you to be honest with me."

"What do you want from me? I need to go home to my family! My wife hasn't seen me all day!" screamed Juan.

"Then let's do this quickly," I replied," Where were you at eight this morning?"

"Well Zane, I was still at home. I wasn't on the schedule until nine this morning. I was in the shower getting ready to come in. I live 30 minutes from here." replied Juan," If I would have been here at eight, I probably still wouldn't have come in. I mean, the restaurant opens at eleven, so I do not know why I would have to be here three hours early."

"Fair enough. Why do you think Edwardo was murdered?" I asked.

"Okay, hold up buck-o, are you sure he was murdered? I mean, everyone loved him, man." replied Juan.

"Yes, we are sure he was murdered. We had a knife and everything. There was even a stab wound." I explained," I know everyone loved him. The guy had money, and he donated most of the money to organizations around the world. Back to the question at hand, however; why do you think someone murdered Edwardo?"

"Honestly, I think someone murdered him because of his money. You said it yourself, the man had a lot of money after seventeen years in the restaurant business." replied Juan," That almost gives someone like you the ability of wanting to kill Edwardo."

"I can tell you I did not kill Edwardo." I replied," I loved the man to death, and I definitely would not have wanted to work for anyone else. It is actually sad to think that I might have too. Anyways, How can I confirm your story?"

Juan sat there in silence for a few moments. He didn't even blink.

"Juan, how can I confirm the story?" I asked again a few minutes later.

Juan still didn't answer. He sat in the chair across from me humming a tune that he apparently had stuck in his head. A few minutes later he came too.

"Sorry, I zoned out. What was the question?" asked Juan.

"How can we confirm your story?" I asked for the third time.

"It is pretty simple actually. If you weren't just a dumb kid, you would know that a good way is to call my wife." replied Juan.

Fine, if you are going to be a jerk, you are good to go." I replied, and I watched Juan get up out of his chair and go to the dining room.