#murder six

 The four remaining guests sat nervously in the main tent. None of them felt very confident about their case. Hotchkiss seemed to notice this. “What are you all so worried about?” she asked, as she stood in the front. “Oh wait, never mind. You’re worried about being scared and dying, I remember now.” “You are the worst host ever, you know that?” Henry said, clearly tired of Hotchkiss’s lack of sympathy. “Well, I wouldn’t say worst ever, I mean, have you ever seen American Idol?” Hotchkiss said. “Can we just hear the note already?” Simone asked, annoyed. “I was about to start reading. Ahem.” Hotchkiss cleared her throat theatrically and then began. “Dear guests, first I would like to congratulate you on making it to the finale. It’s sure to be quite the experience. In case you didn’t realize, there was a lot of deception this round, which has greatly affected all of your cases. So, here is the actual truth. You each went to a different location, and I’m going to discuss each one in turn. The last known whereabouts were in the Main tent. Wade went there and discovered a few clues that Elisabet might have been poisoned due to cyanide. I got the idea from Hotchkiss’s ‘famous’ almond cake.” Hotchkiss made a little annoyed sound at that, but kept reading. “Since cyanide is known to taste of bitter almonds, it seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. I had her slice served on a plate that said, ‘you’ve been poisoned.’ I wrote down the chemical formula for an antidote, and dropped it in the tent. All of this was of course, a red herring. There was no poison, surprise. Now the next bit I had to do a little research on. I searched how to make a pipe bomb and left out all the leftover supplies on the workbench in my secret work room, buried deep in the tomb site. Henry was led there, blindfolded. There were pipes and metal caps, gunpowder and fusing wires, and also pieces of broken glass, which I added to the pipe bomb for a little extra something. Along the walls of my hidden room were all the weapons and tools at my disposal. One of them, a large knife, was red with blood. Which leads me to the next location. Kit went to the crime scene. Of course, most of the evidence there was destroyed by the bomb. There was Elisabet’s invitation to the s’mores extravaganza, which had the time an hour later. Her journal was also found, with her notes on who she thought the killer was. After it was dark, I  snuck to her tent and found her sleeping. Things might have gone a little different if she was awake, but luckily, this was not the case. I stabbed her in the heart with my large knife, and planted the bomb, complete with a clock timer. I planned for the bomb to go off five minutes after the s’mores party started. The half-melted timer was taken away from the scene, and used as one of the riddle clues. Last we have the morgue. The autopsy on Elisabet proved there was no poison in her system, and that the stab wound to the heart was fatal. How many people do you know that have survived a stab wound the heart? Anyway, there were bits of glass and metal from the pipe bomb and other various wounds from the explosion in general. And that is how Elisabet died. If you feel confused, don’t worry. You’re probably not alone. Your cases this week were not up to par. Therefore, you are all scared. This means any one of you can be the first to die in the finale.” Hotchkiss looked up from reading and saw various expressions. Some looked confused, others angry. But all were looking rather scared. “That’s it for tonight, see you in the morning,” Hotchkiss said in hearty voice. “I’ll make waffles!” she called out as everyone left the tent.

State your case will be due by Sunday 3pm C

LKW: Wade

Crime: Kit

Morgue: Simone

The five remaining guests had never been so uncomfortable in their lives. The fear of the unknown and their possible doom was almost too much to bear. Only the killer felt at ease. Well, the killer and Hotchkiss, who had no idea any of the killings were real. The guests gathered for breakfast, and were enticed to eat by some delicious looking omelettes that Hotchkiss had cooked. “Eat up! You need your energy,” Hotchkiss said in between bites. Everyone stared at her for a moment before continuing eating. As was the usual, the guests had the day to choose what to do with their time. They explored the site some more, read books, took a nap or other such activities. After lunch, Hotchkiss made an announcement. “This evening we will be having a s'mores extravaganza! You’ll find an invitation in your tent with more details, including all the yummy topping options we’ll have! And in case you were wondering,” Hotchkiss said, becoming more serious, “attendance is mandatory.” That night everyone gathered around the campfire set in the center of camp. Well, everyone except for Elisabet. “We can’t start until everyone is here. Who will go get her?” Hotchkiss asked. Kit volunteered and left, headed towards the tent. All of sudden, before Kit reached Elisabet’s tent, there was an explosion, knocking Kit down onto the sand. A moment later some of the crew from the site came with buckets. They scooped sand onto the flames and extinguished it quickly. Kit could see the dead body of Elisabet.