The Case of the Missing Fox
Near the bronze fox statue on the South side of the bridge, there were two people who seemed not to notice the snow and the cold, as they were arguing about something.
“You know that you don’t take any money from The Man.”
“I couldn’t help it, an emergency came up.”
“You know the rules, you don’t take any money. No exception.”
“I’m going to pay it all back. I just need some time. What more can I say?”
With that he threw up his hands, as if to say, “What’s the use?” and started to turn and walk away. As he turned the other person hit him on the head with something, a pipe or piece of wood. It might have been a heavy fist. Whatever he had been hit with was effective, for the man fell against the railing and started to slip down to the sidewalk. He was trying to hold himself up, but he couldn’t. The blow on his head had stunned him. The one who had hit him took the scarf from around his own neck and tied one end to the bronze fox statue. The other end was tied around the man’s neck. The man tried to stop what was happening to him but he was just too weak. He seemed to know what was about to happen, because he put up his hands as if to plead for his life. It did no good. He was lifted up over the railing and let fall. The man tried to grab the railing to keep from falling but he was just too weak to hold on. In his weakened condition and with the snow on the railing he just couldn’t do it. With gloves on his hands, it was impossible to hold onto the railing. One by one his fingers slipped off. He seemed to just hang there for a moment in space, and time seemed to stand still as the other person just stood there and watched. Then he fell from sight. You could see the scarf go tight as the bronze statue took the full weight of the man as he fell. He just hung there. You could almost sense that the first man was enjoying what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last. He thought, “When the town wakes up in the morning and finds this guy hanging from the fox it will sure send a message to others to stay in line. The Man will like this.”
The man hanging from the fox seemed to find some last minute dying strength and started to pull himself up by using the scarf. Little by little he was pulling himself up. The man who had pushed him over the railing couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw a hand come up and grab the fox’s head. Then with what seemed his last bit of strength he was pulling himself up. The man’s head was coming into view. Then an eye that seemed to be pleading, “Help me.” All he could think of was that The Man wouldn’t like this at all. With that thought in mind he started to reach over to push the other man’s fingers off of the fox. It wasn’t necessary for the man’s weight was too much for the fox to hold. It started to roll off of the railing. The look on the man’s face said it all. He knew that there would be no help for him now and that he was going to die. The fox rolled off of the railing and down it went with the man. You could hear it break through the ice. Then all was quiet. The statue and the man were gone. “Well, they won’t find the fox until Spring.”
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“You know that you don’t take any money from The Man.”
“I couldn’t help it, an emergency came up.”
“You know the rules, you don’t take any money. No exception.”
“I’m going to pay it all back. I just need some time. What more can I say?”
With that he threw up his hands, as if to say, “What’s the use?” and started to turn and walk away. As he turned the other person hit him on the head with something, a pipe or piece of wood. It might have been a heavy fist. Whatever he had been hit with was effective, for the man fell against the railing and started to slip down to the sidewalk. He was trying to hold himself up, but he couldn’t. The blow on his head had stunned him. The one who had hit him took the scarf from around his own neck and tied one end to the bronze fox statue. The other end was tied around the man’s neck. The man tried to stop what was happening to him but he was just too weak. He seemed to know what was about to happen, because he put up his hands as if to plead for his life. It did no good. He was lifted up over the railing and let fall. The man tried to grab the railing to keep from falling but he was just too weak to hold on. In his weakened condition and with the snow on the railing he just couldn’t do it. With gloves on his hands, it was impossible to hold onto the railing. One by one his fingers slipped off. He seemed to just hang there for a moment in space, and time seemed to stand still as the other person just stood there and watched. Then he fell from sight. You could see the scarf go tight as the bronze statue took the full weight of the man as he fell. He just hung there. You could almost sense that the first man was enjoying what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last. He thought, “When the town wakes up in the morning and finds this guy hanging from the fox it will sure send a message to others to stay in line. The Man will like this.”
The man hanging from the fox seemed to find some last minute dying strength and started to pull himself up by using the scarf. Little by little he was pulling himself up. The man who had pushed him over the railing couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw a hand come up and grab the fox’s head. Then with what seemed his last bit of strength he was pulling himself up. The man’s head was coming into view. Then an eye that seemed to be pleading, “Help me.” All he could think of was that The Man wouldn’t like this at all. With that thought in mind he started to reach over to push the other man’s fingers off of the fox. It wasn’t necessary for the man’s weight was too much for the fox to hold. It started to roll off of the railing. The look on the man’s face said it all. He knew that there would be no help for him now and that he was going to die. The fox rolled off of the railing and down it went with the man. You could hear it break through the ice. Then all was quiet. The statue and the man were gone. “Well, they won’t find the fox until Spring.”
The Case of the Missing Fox
Near the bronze fox statue on the South side of the bridge, there were two people who seemed not to notice the snow and the cold, as they were arguing about something.
“You know that you don’t take any money from The Man.”
“I couldn’t help it, an emergency came up.”
“You know the rules, you don’t take any money. No exception.”
“I’m going to pay it all back. I just need some time. What more can I say?”
With that he threw up his hands, as if to say, “What’s the use?” and started to turn and walk away. As he turned the other person hit him on the head with something, a pipe or piece of wood. It might have been a heavy fist. Whatever he had been hit with was effective, for the man fell against the railing and started to slip down to the sidewalk. He was trying to hold himself up, but he couldn’t. The blow on his head had stunned him. The one who had hit him took the scarf from around his own neck and tied one end to the bronze fox statue. The other end was tied around the man’s neck. The man tried to stop what was happening to him but he was just too weak. He seemed to know what was about to happen, because he put up his hands as if to plead for his life. It did no good. He was lifted up over the railing and let fall. The man tried to grab the railing to keep from falling but he was just too weak to hold on. In his weakened condition and with the snow on the railing he just couldn’t do it. With gloves on his hands, it was impossible to hold onto the railing. One by one his fingers slipped off. He seemed to just hang there for a moment in space, and time seemed to stand still as the other person just stood there and watched. Then he fell from sight. You could see the scarf go tight as the bronze statue took the full weight of the man as he fell. He just hung there. You could almost sense that the first man was enjoying what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last. He thought, “When the town wakes up in the morning and finds this guy hanging from the fox it will sure send a message to others to stay in line. The Man will like this.”
The man hanging from the fox seemed to find some last minute dying strength and started to pull himself up by using the scarf. Little by little he was pulling himself up. The man who had pushed him over the railing couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw a hand come up and grab the fox’s head. Then with what seemed his last bit of strength he was pulling himself up. The man’s head was coming into view. Then an eye that seemed to be pleading, “Help me.” All he could think of was that The Man wouldn’t like this at all. With that thought in mind he started to reach over to push the other man’s fingers off of the fox. It wasn’t necessary for the man’s weight was too much for the fox to hold. It started to roll off of the railing. The look on the man’s face said it all. He knew that there would be no help for him now and that he was going to die. The fox rolled off of the railing and down it went with the man. You could hear it break through the ice. Then all was quiet. The statue and the man were gone. “Well, they won’t find the fox until Spring.”
“You know that you don’t take any money from The Man.”
“I couldn’t help it, an emergency came up.”
“You know the rules, you don’t take any money. No exception.”
“I’m going to pay it all back. I just need some time. What more can I say?”
With that he threw up his hands, as if to say, “What’s the use?” and started to turn and walk away. As he turned the other person hit him on the head with something, a pipe or piece of wood. It might have been a heavy fist. Whatever he had been hit with was effective, for the man fell against the railing and started to slip down to the sidewalk. He was trying to hold himself up, but he couldn’t. The blow on his head had stunned him. The one who had hit him took the scarf from around his own neck and tied one end to the bronze fox statue. The other end was tied around the man’s neck. The man tried to stop what was happening to him but he was just too weak. He seemed to know what was about to happen, because he put up his hands as if to plead for his life. It did no good. He was lifted up over the railing and let fall. The man tried to grab the railing to keep from falling but he was just too weak to hold on. In his weakened condition and with the snow on the railing he just couldn’t do it. With gloves on his hands, it was impossible to hold onto the railing. One by one his fingers slipped off. He seemed to just hang there for a moment in space, and time seemed to stand still as the other person just stood there and watched. Then he fell from sight. You could see the scarf go tight as the bronze statue took the full weight of the man as he fell. He just hung there. You could almost sense that the first man was enjoying what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time and he knew that it wouldn’t be the last. He thought, “When the town wakes up in the morning and finds this guy hanging from the fox it will sure send a message to others to stay in line. The Man will like this.”
The man hanging from the fox seemed to find some last minute dying strength and started to pull himself up by using the scarf. Little by little he was pulling himself up. The man who had pushed him over the railing couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw a hand come up and grab the fox’s head. Then with what seemed his last bit of strength he was pulling himself up. The man’s head was coming into view. Then an eye that seemed to be pleading, “Help me.” All he could think of was that The Man wouldn’t like this at all. With that thought in mind he started to reach over to push the other man’s fingers off of the fox. It wasn’t necessary for the man’s weight was too much for the fox to hold. It started to roll off of the railing. The look on the man’s face said it all. He knew that there would be no help for him now and that he was going to die. The fox rolled off of the railing and down it went with the man. You could hear it break through the ice. Then all was quiet. The statue and the man were gone. “Well, they won’t find the fox until Spring.”
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| ISBN-13: | 9781450743211 |
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| Publisher: | Independent Publisher |
| Publication date: | 10/22/2010 |
| Series: | Fox City Mysteries , #5 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 314 KB |
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