Arc II, Chapter 31: Bobby's Other Wife

Arc II, Chapter 31: Bobby's Other Wife

Do you have any idea who might have wanted Jedediah Geist dead? Antoine asked. He wasnt going to waste any time beating around the bush.

Dr. Howard Halle smiled. In fact, I do. His whole family bore one grudge or another, but as they all famously predeceased him, that might not be useful information to you. Then there were the townsfolk who developed a sort of superstition about the Geists and their fabulous wealth and good fortune. Those people are too many to name and too nameless to remember. Youll have to recall the animosity between the Geists and Geist-nots. Sure, nowadays we talk about the Geists like they are our founders and mascots, but when they were living, jealousy brewed in every pot. Did any of you grow up here? You must know.

He looked at each of us. Of course, none of us had.

I wanted to ask what had happened to the Geists. We had seen snippets, but there was much we did not know. The problem was, my character should know if he was a historian of the Geists. I wondered if there would be a problem if I decided to break character in a small way like that.

Luckily, I didnt have to.

How did all the Geists die out? Kimberly asked. I know a lot of them died in that fire at their manor.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

Halle looked directly at her. Yes, Bartholomew and his sons were always building new mansions to live in. Most of them are still intact. It was strange that they never could find a place to settle down. Most of the final Geists were dispatched that day, just over a decade ago. Very sad. The ruins have been left just as they were when the fire went out. Im sure a look over what remains would be an important stop on your crime-solving tour. But it is true, the Geists were known for their dying long before they were all dead, in odd and unfortunate ways. Some suspected a serial killer taking revenge on the bloodline. Others believed that unlimited wealth led to recklessness. I suppose the idea was that they died in strange ways because they werent busy making a living. I couldnt say, myself. I was the family doctor. Most were in good health until they passed. Physical health, at least. Something weighty lay on their minds that I was not qualified nor interested to understand. It was the type of knowledge that led to an early grave, perhaps.

It was another line about the Geists and their secrets.

I tried aiming my beefy Moxie stat at his dense speeches, but he spoke quickly and smoothly at an odd but soothing cadence. I couldnt tell what, if anything, he was lying about.

Did you kill him? Dina asked. She must have been tired of his winding answers too.

No.

Even with a one-word answer, I had no idea if he was telling the truth. He was an elegant speaker with a finely tuned and artificial warmth that I had no idea how to interpret. I could tell he saw the whole conversation as a sort of game, but that didnt mean he was lying. It just meant he enjoyed the conversation.

Jedediah was called the black sheep of the family. How does one go about getting a nickname like that in a family like the Geists? I asked. Halle knew Jed. He might have some piece of information we needed.

Halle seemed to appreciate my question. Jedediah hated his family more than the townsfolk did. Ill never know why. He knew something about them, something that well I dont think is in the purview of your investigation. Truthfully, the only family members Geist cared about were his nieces and nephews. He liked to think them blameless, at least when they were young.

I suppose the first odd thing about him was that he got a job. An actual job at that, not a vanity project funded by the Geist largess. He was an accountant or something similarly unremarkable. I couldnt say. Bartholomew founded the college for his children to attend in hopes that they wouldnt leave him. If memory serves, Jedediah was the only one to graduate. The others decided to go play entrepreneur with their fathers money. They opened restaurants and hotels, factories and even skateparks. Not Jed. He didnt want their money.

Strangely, I think that Jedediah was more like his father than any of his siblings. Similar personality. Similar interests. Despite this, it was his siblings that ran his fathers businesses and productions after Bartholomew passed. Jedediah was content in his home on the other side of the hill, his back toward Carousel. He never left if he could avoid it in his golden years. He rented much of his property to a resort on the condition that they cater his meals and clean his home. I always wondered if he was hiding from something up there on that hill. Perhaps, he just couldnt face the town his father had built.

So far, we had learned more about the Geist family than we had about the murder itself. That either meant we werent asking the right questions or that this storyline was not a straightforward murder mystery. It might not have been a murder mystery at all. Perhaps the answer would be revealed without our efforts. This was the Tutorial, after all. New players would hardly be interested in playing detective.

There was an important part left to ask, even if we already knew the answer.

Can you tell us what you were doing at the time of the murder? Antoine asked. We knew it was sometime in the early morning the day before the Centennial. The actual date kept moving forward thanks to Carousels trickery.

I was performing emergency surgery, Halle said. A man had impaled himself with the help of a tractor. I have provided my notes of the event to the previous investigators.

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We had read them. Assuming the documentation was correct, he was busy during the hours the medical examiner had estimated Jeds time of death.

Thank you for your time, doctor, Officer Willis said. I know that you are a busy man and I do appreciate your indulging us.

I will always be available to help. I may have been Jed Geists last friend in the world. I may also be one of the few who cheers when the truth is revealed. I think many prefer that this and the other Geist mysteries remain unsolved. The truth is finite. Its absence is full of possibilities.

Halle turned to leave and we went Off-Screen. I noticed that he went to speak with Cecilia, the woman whose entire face was covered in a veil.

I cant tell, Kimberly said. I didnt find any obvious lies.

Me neither, I said.

I was too distracted, Cassie admitted. I couldnt help thinking about the needle ticking toward First Blood.

She paused. I know it was Bobby. He didnt say anything. He grunted like he was trying to. Like he was gagged or hurt. I know it was him. I cant explain it. I know in my heart, my soul that it was Bobby. I just cant get the hospital to tell me the truth.

I see, Willis said skeptically.

No, Donna said. Youre doing it. You dont believe me. I know it sounds weird, but two people can have a connection that transcends physical space. I know it was Bobby trying to talk to me. I just

Shes telling the truth, Cassie loudly interrupted. I can tell.

Whatever Cassie felt must have been strong if she was willing to say it out loud. I was also psychic but only in a way that helped fill out my backstory. I wondered if Psychic Archetypes got vibrations or something more.

Willis looked back at Cassie like he was scolding her for making his job harder.

Maam, he said. If the hospital says he never showed up, he probably didnt.

I can feel him

Before Willis could respond, a loud throat-clearing sound interrupted him.

It was Dr. Halle.

I couldnt help but hear your plight, he said. I do have a considerable amount of weight to throw around in this hospital. Might I be of service?

I need to find my husband, Donna said, pleading with him.

Halle nodded. Yes. I confess I am familiar with your circumstances. Word does get around in a hospital. While I am certain that your husband was never a patient in this hospital, I might offer you a tour. It may take a while, but perhaps then, you will be satisfied?

I want to see every room, she said. Especially any rooms with comatose patients. I read about some patients being mixed up because they were both unconscious. Thats my leading suspicion.

I will make the arrangements, Halle said. If you will follow me.

Part of me knew he was just putting on a show of politeness and charisma, but still, I wondered if there was something beneath that.

Because I got a strange feeling.

Off-Screen.

Kimberly had the same feeling.

I think he was lying, Kimberly said. I dont know what about, but it was something.

I got the same feeling, I said.

It was a vague note of deception in the pit of my stomach. Was the tour a sham just meant to calm a hysterical woman, or was the lie more specific, more insidious?

I think Bobby is here somewhere, Cassie said. Despite her low level, she only had one less Moxie than Kimberly and I did. It was at the expense of her other stats, but it helped her be the best Psychic she could be. Because when she said his name, I could see him on the red wallpaper.

The whole time Halle was talking with Donna, Cassie looked like there was something she wanted to say, but she never did.

Like with a trope? Antoine asked.

Cassie nodded. My Anguish trope. I can see his health status. I couldnt see it until he was mentioned.

She looked afraid as if her ability might cause her to feel his pain all of a sudden like it had in the previous storyline.

Whats wrong with him? I asked.

Hes Mutilated, she said.