-Shawn-
In one lesser known - scratch that - NEVER known case, I went snooping around the back of an old, empty house, looking for clues. Gus had backed out of the trip, saying something about work.
So there I was, peaking in the windows, not finding any solid leads on the case. After a few minutes, I meandered through the weed-infested yard, past broken garden tools strewn about. Right in the middle of the yard was an old stone well. No cover, no bucket or rope. I peered down into it. There was still water, probably only from rain.
I crouched beside the crumbling sides and my eye caught something in the dirt. I looked closer and saw a handle of some sort poking out of the dirt. Bingo. The murder weapon. I began to carefully dig around the knife, trying my best to avoid getting cut on the blade that was buried deep. Unfortunately the knife was stuck up against the side of one of the crumbling stones that made up the well's wall. I sat back and looked at the stone.
After a long look, I figured that if I just pulled out a few stones, I could get at the knife easier. I pulled out my Swiss Army Knife and began to poke around the edges of the rock with the screw driver tool. The rock held fast at first, not moving an inch. But just as I was about to give up, I felt it shift and it fell right into the well with a splash. "Finally!" I grunted. I dropped my pocket knife and reached for the weapon that was lodged in the dirt. As I leaned over, my cell phone slid from my pocket. My hand shot out to grab it, but as I did, I overbalanced and fell head-first into the well with a scream.