Post by bigdustyhaystacks on May 20, 2017 4:35:24 GMT
“So, Joe, whatta ya got?” Detective Tom Kent asked in a booming voice. Big Dusty Haystack, the jolly giant, the favorite professional wrestler of children everywhere”--- and here the booming voice quieted to almost a whisper, till it struggled to speak its last--- “is a fraud, a fake… a predatory freak---- that’s what!”
“Whoa. Whoa, there. Come on, Tom…. Last I heard, you needed evidence to convict--- not to mention a trial. Besides, don’t you think you’re taking this kind of personally? You think I don’t remember you’ve got a life-sized poster you’ve had since junior high of the guy? That you told all the boys he was going to kick Rogar’s ass even after they all laughed and kept laughing?”
“OK, Cap. You wanna play that game? Well, first, I used to have a poster--- I burned that piece of crap, believe me. Second---”
“But that’s what I’m saying--- it’s personal for you--- you don’t have any distance!”
“With all due respect, sir, please do not cut me off, Captain, sir.”
“Okay, okay. I---“
“Second, we’ve got eyewitness accounts from a woman who barely escaped with her life from a pack of thugs and her little girl--- a little girl, Captain! Joe, the lady barely made a peep about the thugs--- she just wanted Big Dusty the Freak locked up. What’s that tell you? It tells me that something happened worse, way worse than her almost getting killed. Now, what could that be?”
“Okay, Joe. I see your line of reasoning, and I apologize for implying you were unprofessional. But there are two pieces of evidence you forgot, Joe. Hear me out. Big Dusty is more than a pro wrestler, he’s a mainstream celebrity--- shoot, he’s more than that--- he’s an icon, right? ‘The jolly giant, the favorite---‘”
“Okay, Joe. He was.”
“And his fans don’t just get life-size posters they keep as adults. They got to all his matches, they follow him around, they get autographs from him, they even figure out where he’s going and get there first so they can meet him or maybe even just see him.”
“So?”
“So, Tom, every second of the guy’s life for the last ten years is accounted for. What the fans don’t have posted on the internet, the Daily Mail does. And I’m telling you, he was nowhere near that girl when this stuff was supposed to have been happening.”
“Well, okay, let’s say that’s true. What else did I leave out? Are you saying this whole thing was made up?”
“Tom, who saved that woman?”
“Madman…. Yeah, yeah, he’d do it. He'd kill a puppy if it tried to lick him. Joe, it’s a set up! But how do we prove it? Even if there isn’t enough to charge Dusty, his name’s lower than a sewer on the South Pole of hell.”
“I don’t have all the answers, my friend. I wish I had that one, Tom, I really do.”
“Me, too, Cap. Me, too."
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Whoa. Whoa, there. Come on, Tom…. Last I heard, you needed evidence to convict--- not to mention a trial. Besides, don’t you think you’re taking this kind of personally? You think I don’t remember you’ve got a life-sized poster you’ve had since junior high of the guy? That you told all the boys he was going to kick Rogar’s ass even after they all laughed and kept laughing?”
“OK, Cap. You wanna play that game? Well, first, I used to have a poster--- I burned that piece of crap, believe me. Second---”
“But that’s what I’m saying--- it’s personal for you--- you don’t have any distance!”
“With all due respect, sir, please do not cut me off, Captain, sir.”
“Okay, okay. I---“
“Second, we’ve got eyewitness accounts from a woman who barely escaped with her life from a pack of thugs and her little girl--- a little girl, Captain! Joe, the lady barely made a peep about the thugs--- she just wanted Big Dusty the Freak locked up. What’s that tell you? It tells me that something happened worse, way worse than her almost getting killed. Now, what could that be?”
“Okay, Joe. I see your line of reasoning, and I apologize for implying you were unprofessional. But there are two pieces of evidence you forgot, Joe. Hear me out. Big Dusty is more than a pro wrestler, he’s a mainstream celebrity--- shoot, he’s more than that--- he’s an icon, right? ‘The jolly giant, the favorite---‘”
“Okay, Joe. He was.”
“And his fans don’t just get life-size posters they keep as adults. They got to all his matches, they follow him around, they get autographs from him, they even figure out where he’s going and get there first so they can meet him or maybe even just see him.”
“So?”
“So, Tom, every second of the guy’s life for the last ten years is accounted for. What the fans don’t have posted on the internet, the Daily Mail does. And I’m telling you, he was nowhere near that girl when this stuff was supposed to have been happening.”
“Well, okay, let’s say that’s true. What else did I leave out? Are you saying this whole thing was made up?”
“Tom, who saved that woman?”
“Madman…. Yeah, yeah, he’d do it. He'd kill a puppy if it tried to lick him. Joe, it’s a set up! But how do we prove it? Even if there isn’t enough to charge Dusty, his name’s lower than a sewer on the South Pole of hell.”
“I don’t have all the answers, my friend. I wish I had that one, Tom, I really do.”
“Me, too, Cap. Me, too."
TO BE CONTINUED...