
In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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[Tarvek glances at the Sheriff. Did you have anything to do with that, old man?]
Was there something else in the jail?
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But the Sheriff is the only one with access, so he either did it himself, or he assisted someone in doing it.
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[There's only one answer, isn't there?]
The Sheriff must have done it. Whatever was in that camera may have been enough to crack one or more of these cases open. I believe he'd do something like hinder the investigations not out of a wish to help the culprits, but as a way to make the trial harder for everyone.
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[But maybe that's why.] It's just another fear tactic. He's trying to make things seem hopeless if nothing else.
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It's ... locked up?
Actually, Xion also looks at the Sheriff, and for a moment she seems troubled. Like all her emotions this morning, she quickly forces it back down and looks at Damian again. ]
... thanks for letting me know.
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[Sorry you're being scolded by a ten year old piece of shit.]
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If Tarvek and I didn't have it, it would have been locked up in the jail anyway. So it's kind of a moot point either way, isn't it?
[ Her voice is a little cold. ]
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If other people know you have it, they will take it for their own benefit. It's likely they used it to record what happened, but the Sheriff won't let us view it now; otherwise, the "trial" will be too easily solved.
You both should have set it up to record where no one could find it.
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[ She simmers down, bitter and unhappy. More quietly: ]
I won't keep it after this. It's obvious now that I won't be able to hold onto it even if I want to. Your idea might be best from now on.
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And with the Sheriff helping them, it'd be even easier to take something from you.
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I always just thought that if someone came for the camera, I'd be awake when they broke in, so I could fight back. I still don't know what happened.
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Thanks, Damian. I'll talk to the Sheriff about the camera next week. ... do you think you could come with me, when I do?
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We can use it to our advantage. How did it work again? It recorded exactly what it was pointed at?
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You can switch through the transmissions in the hotel, and record whatever transmission you watch. It can only save that data for a few hours, though. Maybe around seven or eight?
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The rest of us will just have to search for it if that happens.