Detective Brothers was a brilliant sleuth, perhaps the finest in the world. Yet, if there was one thing that Detective Brothers didn’t have, it was a sense of humor. Thus, whenever people made a joke about the fact that his name sounded like it was referring to two sibling investigators who went by ‘The Detective Brothers”, he would just shrug, always flatly replying, “Nope, it’s just me.”
That made him the perfect detective to be handling the Carnival Killer case. A man had been traveling to various California carnivals and killing people in odd ways. The methods of murder were so odd that at first no one had seen a link in the rash of carnival deaths. In fact, until Detective Brothers was tasked to start a state-wide investigation, many of the killings had been written off as accidents. That is, until Brothers was on the case, puzzling out details others would have missed.
This time, a horse had gone on a rampage, bucking its way through a crowd, kicking 13 people, killing one from a head injury.
Brothers had been taking in the scene for over 30 minutes by the time his partner arrived. Detective Spaulding was that partner, and his relationship to the world of detecting and humor were in a directly inverse relationship to that of Detective Brothers. Brothers often wondered to himself how Spaulding had gotten to be a Detective; whereas Spaulding often wondered to himself how Brothers kept from killing himself out of misery at his joyless existence. Oddly, the two seemed to work well together more often than not.
Spaulding knew that by now Brothers would have figured out a great deal about what had taken place. “So, is it just a case of a crazy horse or what?”
“No, I believe someone punched the horse, to enrage and panic the animal, causing the unfortunate outburst by the poor animal.”
“C’mon, Brothers. Who’d punch a horse?”
“Clearly, our killer would.”
“Maybe he’s just seen Blazing Saddles one too many times, right?”
“I would tend to believe it is far more complex a motive than that. Yet, I will take your hypothesis into consideration.”
“I was just kidding, Sherlock. No need to go about considering any hypotheses. Whaddya say, is this our guy again?”
“Well, we can’t be certain of anything. Yet, I am almost positive this is our Carnival Killer, again. No one saw who might have punched the poor beast in the mouth, and our killer was able to slip away in all the commotion.”
“If we’re damned lucky, perhaps our guy was one of the victims.”
“Unlikely, the animal reportedly kicked backwards before rearing up. Even if the horse had reared up right away, our killer would have been prepared for such, backing away into the crush of people immediately after delivering the inciting blow.”
“I had a feeling you were going to say something like that. Any chance we’ll be able to identify the guy from the clues your finding?”
“Again, unlikely. I think it’s probable the killer will elude us yet again.”