Voting for episode 5 closed October 11th, 2013. The majority of readers voted for him to do this: Talk to Timothy and Felicity, offer out their services as detectives and tell them they’d be happy to investigate the case for them
“Let me handle this,” Kester gave a sideways glance to Sophy and a slight, confident nod of his head, attempting to assure her that everything was under complete control here and there was nothing to worry about.
She merely sighed and folded her arms, taking a couple of steps forward along with him as he approached the bar and leaned across against it, reaching over to tap Timothy on the arm.
“Er, excuse me? Mr Thorburn?”
The man looked up. It was probably the third time he’d counted the money whilst
Kester had been there. It wasn’t going to just magically appear.
“What?” He snapped.
“I don’t think we’ve properly met yet, but my name’s Kester Norwood and I’m a private detective, by profession. Now, if you and your wife were agreeable, I would be very happy to take the case on and look into it further. I can assure you most whole heartedly that I will definitely find out who took your money and murdered your cat.”
It was a bold proposal seeing as Kester didn’t really even know where to start. Timothy raised a skeptical eyebrow in his direction, although Kester could tell he was definitely quietly impressed by his little speech and had faith in his abilities as a detective.
“Well,” he shrugged. “If you really think you can help…s’pose there’s no harm in it.”
“Shouldn’t we just call the police?” Felicity looked at him strangely.
“No, no, no,” Kester quickly interrupted. “The police will take ages to get here. By that time the murderer will have made his escape. I’m here now. I can find him, right now.”
“And me,” Sophy butted in, feeling like Kester was taking all the glory for himself already. “I’m his partner. Partner in solving crime not any other kind of partner.” She hurriedly added the last part just in case they got the wrong end of the stick.
Timothy and his wife consulted with each other for a moment, speaking in hushed tones. Then eventually, Timothy looked up at them again and nodded.
“Alright. You can investigate,” he agreed. “If you’re as good as you say you are, there might be a reward in it for you too.”
“Excellent,” Kester grinned, trying not to look too pleased as he spun round to face his partner. “Sophy. Look the doors. Don’t let anyone in or out.”
Sophy nodded and darted over to the front doors, quite excited about all this now. She locked them as instructed and put a couple of chairs in front for an extra security measure. Kester leapt onto one of them and did a quick head count of everyone in the pub. Eight people in total. Surely it wouldn’t take them too long to interview everyone and find out who did it.
“Thomas!” He shouted over at the landlord. “When did the money go missing? After I left?”
“When did you leave?” Thomas asked.
“Yeah, it was after,” Sophy confirmed, answering the question for him. “And I know what you’re thinking. That it was those two guys who started the fight. Well, it wasn’t them. The money was still there then. It was definitely someone in this room.”
“And nobody left after I did?”
“Nope. You weren’t actually gone that long. Nobody came in either.”
By now, some of the people in the bar were beginning to get a bit annoyed at being locked in. Claude Faulkner, the short bumbling geek, trotted over to the front door with a blustering red faced expression.
“I have a dissertation to finish!” He complained.
“Well, you’re just going to have to finish it here, mate,” replied Sophy smoothly. She tugged at Kester’s sleeve to try and get him down off the chair.
“I think we should get everyone to empty their pockets,” she suggested.