The Vote (cont)

Soon after the news article had been published, a slew of eyewitnesses started to come forward, though the two were, quite obviously, not connected. Mr. Arnold, a groundskeeper for Mr. Ronald Black, said that he saw Mrs. and Mr. Heinz speaking in raised voices that night on their way home from the grocery, quite obviously in argument of some sort. Miss Pots, their neighbor to the east, recalled a similar event occurring that evening. In fact, she claimed that she heard Mrs. Heinz exclaim that she was going to kill him if he "ever tried something like that," whatever that meant. Miss Pots didn't recall this little bit of information until Mr. Arnold had given his account, her memory failing her before being jogged by Mr. Arnold's tale, or so she told us. Then Mr. Gray from across the street told us that, now that he thought about it, he had heard some crashing noises coming from within the Heinz household, which surely must have been a struggle between Mrs. Heinz and her husband. Finally, little Jack Mathis, no more than nine, claimed that he saw Mrs. Heinz dragging a large, heavy-looking garbage bag to the incinerator that very same evening. Why the boy had been at the dump that late at night never came into question. The accounts continued to file in, and soon there was a convincing and undeniable case against Mrs. Heinz.

            The government continued its investigation, though we didn't tell them what we had discovered. They didn't ask for our assistance in the matter, and if they don't ask for something, we don't do it. Eventually the agents left and never returned. They never let on what exactly they had been looking for, but whatever it had been, they had either found it or had given up. Mrs. Heinz, however, remained behind, tending to her garden and reading her books, free and without a single charge against her.

            While the government investigations never turned up anything, it was safe to say that Mrs. Heinz had been behind the mysterious disappearance of her husband. We had all the information we needed to convict Mrs. Heinz of her truly despicable crime and we would take advantage of it.

            The date of the Vote approached like it did every year, slowly, creeping towards us, like an ominous cloud in the distance. And yet, despite this, our demeanors were entirely the opposite. The smiles on our faces, the hellos we said to our neighbors, the laughs we had, weren't forced, weren't carefully thought-out social interactions. For once, they were genuine. For once, we were free. We all knew that, for the time being, we were truly safe. Unfortunately, this blissful time would soon come to an end.

The End

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