Hey guys! Its finally time for chapter 6, and we're gonna finally know who the culprit behind Joey Drew's murder is!

(and also... anyone here a fan of the show Parks and Rec? Its my favorite show and if anyone wants to talk about it I think we'll be good friends. XD)


Chapter 6 - Who Murdered Joey Drew? Part 2

Summary - As Henry and Sammy begin to dig deeper into the case of Joey Drew's murder, a wrench that gets thrown in out of nowhere twists everything on its head... but its revealed that this is how it should be. With all the clues in front of them, waiting to be pieced together, they are ready to make an arrest. Continue reading to figure out the twist you didn't see coming, and discover once and for all... Who murdered Joey Drew?

Shawn began to walk slowly down the grocery store aisles, trying to quietly inform the four present about one thing - Joey Drew was clinically insane. There was some shit he saw while exploring his mansion that no human being should ever have to witness.

Finally, they headed down to the basement, and found a lock-box about the size of a briefcase.

"I know it doesn't look like much on the outside... but trust me," Shawn said. "What's in here is worthy of a full-on investigation."

The four nodded, and Shawn slowly opened the case...

Notes upon notes upon pictures of disturbing stuff no normal, sane person would say is good began to pour out.

"Better get looking, there's a lot of stuff here," Shawn muttered.

"We better take this back to the station..." Sammy muttered, panting a small bit.

"Thank you for all your help, Mr. Flynn," Henry said, slowly putting everything back into the briefcase.

"I gotta get back to work, that and punch out," Thomas muttered."Even if the boss is dead, I need money."

"My shifts over too," Allison sighed. "Honestly guys, I hope you all find the killer soon."

"Thank you Ms. Pendle," Sammy said.

"Good luck fellas... I can tell you'll need it," Shawn sighed.

"Thanks Mr. Flynn," Henry said, shaking his hand.

With that, the two detectives walked their separate way from the other three, trying to process what the hell they had seen...

Because Shawn was right.

Joey Drew was probably clinically insane, and these pictures and notes only added to that theory...

But nothing pointed towards a potential murder culprit.

This would definitely take some time.


Henry and Sammy were now in their private room, going over the stockpile of evidence Shawn had given them...

But it didn't point them anywhere useful as to who could've killed him.

"Okay...we've ruled out suicide," Sammy said. "There's no way he could've stabbed himself from that angle, or at all... he would've needed help, and we still need to find that guy."

"There's barely any fingerprint evidence," muttered Henry, looking at the other pile of pictures from the police department. "Chief Piedmont took a single look at this evidence and he already knew we were gonna have one hell of a time solving it..."

"That lazy fat-ass just doesn't want to do work," muttered the tall, dark haired detective Sammy. "Either that or he hates Joey so much that he wants to reward the killer."

"Bertrum did despise the man..." shrugged Henry.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Sammy answered it, and on the other side, Susie Campbell-Lawrence and Linda Ludgate-Bayless stepped through, holding cups of coffee and a bag of medicine.

"You boys are working the graveyard shift, huh?" Linda chuckled.

"Guess so sweetie," Henry sighed. "Gah, what time is it?"

"Its 8:30, most of the department has gone on home," sighed Susie. "C'mon guys, come home..."

"I can't rest knowing there's a murderer on the loose, darling," Sammy sighed.

"Fine, just be home before 10," Susie sighed. "Stephen will be asleep by then, but he misses you."

"I'll be there to tell him goodnight," Sammy smiled.

"Don't think you're off the hook either, you best be back by 9:30," Diane warned, although she was inwardly proud of her husband for being so dedicated to making the town a bit safer.

"You got it, ma'am," Henry smiled.

Diane and Susie then kissed their husbands, and began to walk out of the station. The two detectives sighed...

"We best be going with them," Sammy sighed. "We can sleep tonight knowing we'll catch him before lunch tomorrow."

"But what if he goes after someone else? An innocent civilian," Henry began. "I can't go home feeling safe when I know someone else's life is in danger."

"Henry, we've seen a pattern with the murders we investigate," Sammy said. "They all seem to wait for the current victim to lose its attention before striking. If you're right, and we catch him tomorrow, no one else will fall victim to him. C'mon partner, go home... for both of our sakes."

Henry sighed. "How are you always wise like this?"

"I'm Sammy Lawrence, what did you expect?" he chuckled. "Oh, but before we do go, lock up the knife. We don't want to lose our main piece of evidence."

"Will do," Henry smiled.

And before the next minute struck, Sammy and Henry joined their wives to go to their respective homes.


The next day...

It was a Friday, and Sammy and Henry walked into the building well-rested.

"Ready to solve the case boys?" Allison smiled as they walked in.

"Yes ma'am!" Henry smiled.

Suddenly, former butler Wally Franks climbed out from under her desk. "Ms. Pendle, your A/C unit is fixed!"

"Oh thank you, Wally," smiled Allison. "You're so handy!"

"I always wanted to be a handyman! But then... well, you know the story," he shrugged. Allison giggled a small bit.

Sammy and Henry, meanwhile, chose to leave the two alone and head on down the hall. They then ran into the station's interrogator, Norman Polk, who was speaking with newspaper writer Jack Fain.

"Bayless! Lawrence!" Norman smiled. "Glad ya could make it. We gots ourselves a biggie today!"

"And I'm here to document the thing," Jack smiled. "This case has generated a lot of press and profit. I'm not happy a man was murdered, but I think my bank account is."

Sammy and Henry looked at one another.

They were gonna be happy once this case had been closed for sure... it was attracting too many weirdos to the station.

"Let's get this over with fellas," Sammy said.

With that, the four walked into the private room, and began to conduct the investigation once more.


"Well what doesn't make sense is how quickly Lacie could've made the call," Sammy muttered. "We know the murder was committed mere minutes before she walked in... she's suspicious to me."

"That cheeky little butler is trying to get in good in the receptionist's books," Norman muttered. "I think he's just trying to rule 'isself out."

"I don't know... I feel like its someone who wasn't even close with it," Henry muttered.

"Could be," said Norman. "Lotta folks in this town hated Joey's guts. He was well liked and well hated both."

"Really, it wouldn't shock me if someone in the damn police force killed him," Sammy said.

Suddenly, Henry stopped working.

Everything in the room started coming together...

"Sammy, you're a genius," he muttered.

"Why? I'm flattered, but how?" he asked.

"Norman, quick! I need the key to this drawer!" Henry exclaimed.

Norman tossed the key his way, and Henry unlocked it...

"Just as I thought," he smirked.

"What?" Norman asked.

There was a pause...

"The murder weapon is gone."

"How?!" Sammy yelled. "No one else had access to this room before us! And I swear to all that is holy, if one of the interns did it-"

"Guys, think!" Henry said. "Who else has access to this room, would have a reason to steal evidence and not be suspicious, would want as little to do with the case as possible, but most of all... hates Joey Drew?"

Sammy and Norman looked at one another, slowly piecing together the clues.

"Detective Lawrence," Henry smirked. "I think we're ready to make an arrest."

"I'll get the cuffs," Norman smirked.

"Let's go pay a visit to Chief Piedmont," said Sammy. "He's gonna want to hear this."

With that, the three ran out with a picture in hand.

Meanwhile, Jack Fain sat in the corner.

"Huh..." he muttered. "Why do I always miss the action?"


Chief Piedmont was looking at some reports when the three burst in. "Whoa whoa fellas, what's going on?"

"We found the guy who murdered Joey Drew!" exclaimed Sammy.

"Well hot dog boys, congrats!" Bertrum said happily, standing up. "Who is it?"

"Come over here and see his picture," Henry said, "You won't believe it..."

"Alright," Bertrum muttered, standing up.

He walked over, placing his hands behind his back...

But was quite shocked at the picture.

It was...

Himself.

Suddenly, he felt metal slipping around his wrists. Norman had handcuffed him.

"What the hell are you doing fool?!" yelled Bertrum.

"Bertrum Piedmont, you're under arrest for the murder of Joey Drew," Norman Polk said. "You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say can and will be used against you in court."

"LET ME GO DAMMIT!" he yelled.

"C'mon you disgrace," Henry said. "Joey Drew may have been insane, but no one deserves to be literally stabbed in the back."

With that, Norman grabbed Bertrum's arm and led him out the precinct and to his police car.

"Another case in the bag for Lawrence and Bayless," smiled Sammy.

"Indeed," smiled Henry. "But I honestly didn't see that coming..."


Hope you guys enjoyed this little two-part AU special! I may do the Power Outage arc next, or maybe another Halloween idea that involves the crew at a manor. XD

See you guys soon!