Dale Furutani - Death in Little Tokyo

The murder was calculated, cruel, and callous. Horace Peavy was brutally slain and two million dollars in negotiable bonds was stolen. Peavy was first hit on the head with the type of sledgehammer used to stun cows, then his body was taken and fed through a sausage grinder, turning him into breakfast sausage that was sold to a big restaurant chain. It was an effective way to get rid of the corpse, but I may never eat a Grand Slam breakfast again!”

The laughter echoed in the old “Farmer Bob’s” meat packing plant. The gaunt rafters of the plant formed a Gothic backdrop to the grisly tale I had to tell. The twelve people sitting before me on folding chairs looked more like an audience than a jury. I looked at their faces and scowled.

“Yes, I know it has its macabre and amusing aspects, especially since Mr. Peavy was, by all accounts, known as a pig.” More snickers. “But, ladies and gentlemen, this is hardly an amusing matter, even though one of you has suggested that Mr. Peavy should have been marketed as turkey sausage instead of pork sausage.” More laughter.

“In my experience a murder as brutal as this one can only have two causes. The first is the killer is mentally deranged; a psychopath or sociopath with little or no regard for human suffering or human life. Unfortunately, the front pages of our newspapers present us with increasing evidence that this type of killer is active in our society.

“The other type of killer is someone who has nursed a grudge for years or even decades. To motivate an otherwise normal person to kill in a frenzied and brutal manner requires an overwhelmingly powerful motivation. A motivation built up over time and tied to deep feelings of self-worth and being wronged. A motivation that requires more than the simple act of murder when the deed is finally done. A motivation that requires slaughter.

“In this group there is no evidence that anyone fits the profile of a casual killer, so I knew I was searching for someone who had quelled his or her rage for years, until that rage could only be quenched by feeding Peavy, piece by piece, into the sausage grinder. The bizarre demise of Mr. Peavy and the disposal of his body provided the first clue that allowed me to unravel this case. It started me on the trail of evidence that allows me to prove conclusively which of you killed him.” I swept my finger in a grand arc, pointing at all the people gathered before me. Some of the faces showed anticipation. A few, including Mary Maloney, who knew the murderer, showed a knowing smirk.

“I think it’s appropriate that we’re meeting in this old meat packing plant for the conclusion of this mystery. You see, not only was the murder perpetrated in this plant, but it was in this plant that the motivation for murder was born.” I gave each of the people on the panel a hard stare. Mary Maloney was now grinning openly at my theatrics.

“Mr. Peavy was not the best example of enlightened manhood, and several of you suffered from his cruel taunts and crude sexual advances. His long-suffering wife, Agnes, could have killed him for his many infidelities. But she had no opportunity to know about the two million dollars in negotiable bonds that were stolen when Peavy was killed because Mr. Peavy kept her isolated from his business affairs.” I looked at a woman wearing a dowdy dress and a mousy brown wig.

“His business partner, Harvey Goodfellow, has been acting suspiciously recently. But Goodfellow is known as a man of infinite patience and legendary goodwill. That’s the only way he could continue with Peavy as a business partner for all these years. It seemed strange that some recent change could result in a murder as brutal as this one, and in fact his furtiveness was simply an attempt to cover up an affair between him and the head bookkeeper of the plant, Penny Inkcolumns.” The two star-crossed lovers looked at each other from where they sat at opposite ends of the twelve-person panel.

“All of the rest of you had good reason to kill Mr. Peavy, but only one of you had to endure his crude advances eight hours a day, five days a week, for almost five years. Only one of you knew when the bonds would be in Mr. Peavy’s office, and when they would be out of the safe. Only one of you had the ability to lure Mr. Peavy into staying late on that fateful night, on the promise of a long hoped for romantic tryst. Only one of you has the unusual distinction of having graduated from both a secretarial school and a meat cutting school. And only one of you could assure herself that she would never eat the Peavy-tainted sausage, because only one of you is a vegetarian!” Pointing dramatically at a pretty woman in a tight red dress and blond wig, I said, “And that person is Clarissa Shorthand, Mr. Peavy’s secretary!”

Clarissa jumped to her feet and shouted, “Yes! Yes, I did it! And you know what? I’m glad! I’m glad I tell you, glad!”

The panel dissolved into laughter.

Mary stood up and said, “Very good. Also very hammy, but since we’re in an old meat packing plant, that’s probably appropriate.” She looked at the rest of the panel. “I think Mr. Tanaka has proven that he has completely unraveled this particular mystery. This was one of the most competitive mysteries we’ve had in a long time. Both Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Duncan Hathaway submitted their written solutions to the mystery within a few minutes of each other. As you know, our by-laws call for a verbal exposition by all those who solve the mystery at the same time. Mr. Hathaway unraveled who had done the murder and the details of the two million dollars in bonds, but he didn’t uncover the nice fact that Ms. Shorthand is a vegetarian, so unless there’s an objection from the panel, I’d like to declare Mr. Ken Tanaka the grand prize winner for this month’s mystery. All in favor?”

Panel members raised their hands or said “aye.” Ezekial Stein, the president of the Los Angeles Mystery Club, just grunted his assent, but that was just Ezekial’s way and I took no offense.

“All right,” Mary said, “At tonight’s banquet at Nicola’s restaurant, Ezekial will announce that Ken is the grand prize winner. By the way, if all of you don’t know it yet, Ken will also be setting up next month’s mystery, and since we’ve got him here maybe we can coax him into giving us a little preview of what we have in store next month.”

“Shouldn’t I save it for the banquet?” I asked.

“After the shameless performance we’ve seen here this afternoon, I don’t think there will be any problems with getting you to repeat what you tell us for a much larger audience at the banquet,” Mary said grinning.

“Well, first let me thank you for awarding me the grand prize. It’s my first, and that Silver Dagger will mean a lot to me when I finally get my hands on it this evening.” The panel applauded and I actually felt myself blushing. After two years of trying, this was the first time I had beaten the other players at solving the mystery. Of course, it helped that Mary Maloney was involved in running this month’s mystery and thus was unable to compete for the top prize. Mary had won more than her share of prizes for being the one to unravel the club’s monthly mysteries. But regardless of that, it still felt awfully good.

“Next, I want to thank Mary and Bob LaBossiere for organizing this weekend’s mystery.” I gave Mary and Bob, who had played Harvey Goodfellow, a round of applause, and the rest of the panel joined in.

“Finally, I want to tell you that if you loved the Maltese Falcon, you will love the mystery I intend to put together. It will be set in Los Angeles’s Little Tokyo district, which isn’t too far from here, and it will involve the rare and fabled Jade Penguin. You will learn about the exotic history of this fabulous statue and make your way through some of the locations in Little Tokyo as you try to uncover the secret of this priceless artifact. I won’t be able to wrangle as impressive a setting as this meat plant,” I waved a hand around me, “but I think you’ll have fun. Next month’s mystery will be the first time I’ve put together a whole club mystery on my own so I hope my winning the grand prize this time out is a good omen for next month!”