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"Waller Fats - 'Ain't Misbehavin' Lyrics"
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', I'm savin' my love for you.
I know for certain the one you love
I'm through with flirtin', it's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't Misbehavin', I'm savin' my love for you.
Like Jack Horner in the corner
don't go nowhere, what do I care
Your kisses are worth waitin' for . . . Believe me.
I don't stay out late, don't care to go
I'm home about 8, just me and my radio
Ain't Misbehavin', I'm savin' my love for you.
6 a.m., Thursday, January 8th 1931, The Cullen House.
The morning addition of the Clearfield Progress landed on the front porch where the paperboy threw it as he road pass the house on his bicycle. Esme picked up the paper reading the glaring headline on the front page. 'The Clearfield Ripper kills five men!'
Edward was sitting at his piano writing down the notes for his latest composition. He looked up as Esme was reading the paper to herself. He could hear her thoughts on the gruesome murders and the article.
Carlisle was walking down the stairs after dressing for work. He was finishing tying his necktie as he glanced at Esme's still form in the parlor. "Esme, love, what is it?" he asked as he noticed her distressed expression.
"I'm reading about the murders," she said softly, "Do you think the police will catch the killer soon?" Carlisle frowned as he scanned over the newspaper. "They have very few clues to go on," Carlisle started, "But this news article, instead of informing the public, it is sensationalizing the tragedy."
"Can we do anything to help the police?" Edward asked warily.
"Normally, we would not get involved and let the authorities handle this situation." Carlisle responded thoughtfully, "But these crimes are so heinous, I can't fathom letting the murderer escape justice."
Carlisle looked at Esme and Edward gravely, "We will help the police as much as we can without drawing attention to ourselves."
"The killer is targeting young men, so when you are at school be alert to any suspicious people." Carlisle warned.
Edward looked a little uncomfortable, "Carlisle, I'm not sure I have enough control to be around humans yet." He answered Carlisle softly, lowering his head in shame.
"Son," Carlisle placed his hand on Edward's shoulder, "I have faith in you."
"I have made up a medical condition for you, Esme will give your file to the school Principal when she registers you for school." He continued, "If there is a sunny day, or you need to leave school early, your absence will be excused."
"Medical condition, huh?" Edward almost looked amused.
"Yes, you have a heart condition due to complications from scarlet fever when you were an infant." Carlisle smirked, "You can't over exert yourself."
"It gives me an excuse to hover," smiled Esme, "so I can be an over protective big sister."
"What about my eye color, how will we explain that?" Edward asked, "I haven't drunk from a human in over seven months but they are still too red."
"No they aren't, " she argued, "They are more brown then red now and to human eyes they will appear brown."
"In any case," Carlisle added, "wear these." He handed Edward a pair of eyeglasses that had light grey tinted lenses. Edward put the glasses on and could see himself in their minds. While both Carlisle and Esme were gushing proud thoughts over his appearance, Edward couldn't help but shake his head in disagreement. "I look like a four eyed bookworm," Edward chuckled, "I won't have any problems with temptation because the other students will avoid me like the plague."
10 a.m., Thursday, January 8th 1931. The Clearfield Police Station.
Van came rushing into Lt. Shaw's office carrying an armful of files.
He closed the door behind him with his foot. He carefully placed the files on the desk and dug through them finding taking two folders out from the pile.
"Lieutenant, I widened the area for the missing person reports within the last two years. I actually came up with two leads." He explained as he spread out the files on the desk.
"Scott Davis a twenty five year old former navy seaman from Altoona was traveling to Clearfield almost six months ago for a teaching position at the high school." Van continued, "And a twenty three year old Richard Applegate from Philadelphia went missing two years ago after getting on a train to Clearfield to interview for a position at the Clearfield bank."
"One of the bodies had a mermaid tattoo on the upper left arm." Van went on, "Davis's naval file identifies him as having a mermaid tattoo on his left arm."
Shaw took the file named Davis and started reading over it.
"Here are the medical reports Dr. Cullen wrote up on the victims." Shaw said as he pulled a folder from his desk drawer. "And a list of items found with the bodies."
"A pair of glasses, a shoe," Shaw paused, "A cuff link engraved with the initials R.A."
"The autopsy report states victim number two had a metal pin in his right femur, contact Philadelphia and see if we can get medical records for Applegate." Shaw ordered, "If we have anything we can possible match up against our victims we might be able to identify them."
"Lieutenant, did you get a chance to read the papers this morning?" Van asked.
"I saw them, 'the Clearfield Ripper', the chief read them too." Shaw frowned, "Let's just say the chief is on the war path." He sighed, "The article in the 'Progress' was too detailed, somehow that reporter, Rennie got a few more details on the condition of the bodies then what was released to the press."
Van gasped, "We have a leak?"
"Yeah, and most likely from the hospital." Shaw replied.
"No way it was Carlisle, he's a good egg," Van said, "I'd bet it was Rennie's wife Grace, she's is a nurse at the hospital."
"Whoever the leak is," Shaw replied, "we have to stop them or the chief will have our heads."
"Van send Haus and Dupper to the hospital to interview Grace Rennie and other hospital staff." Shaw continued, "I want to know who is feeding Rennie information."
"Sure, then what?" Van asked.
"You and I will go to the High School and then the Bank to try to retrace the steps of Davis and Applegate." Shaw finished, "Let's go."
Shaw and Van walked into the High School Principle's office to see Esme Cullen and a Youngman sitting in the waiting area next to the secretary, Mrs. Johnson's desk.
Shaw noticed Esme was as beautiful as ever and that the boy with her had the same pale good looks. Shaw thought he was almost too pretty for a boy and realized that this was Esme's brother that Carlisle mentioned.
Esme was trying to fix Edward's hair.
"Esme, you're embarrassing me!" Edward hissed. "Besides you know my hair is a lost cause, that's why I like wearing a hat in the first place."
"You know it's not proper for a man to wear his hat indoors." She hissed, "Now hush, while I fix it."
Shaw couldn't help but smile at Esme's attentiveness to her brother. Edward whispered something to Esme as he struggled out of her grasp. Esme looked up at Shaw and Van with a radiant smile on her face. "Lieutenant Shaw, Officer VanBushkirk, how are you?" she said, "It's lovely to see you both."
"Fine, Mrs. Cullen," Shaw replied, "It's a wonderful surprise seeing you here."
"I'd like to introduce my brother to you," she beamed proudly, "Edward Masen Platt, this is Lieutenant Henry Shaw and Officer Joseph VanBushkirk."
"Nice to meet you Lieutenant Shaw, Officer VanBushkirk." Edward said as he shook both of their hands.
Just then the door to the Principal's office opened suddenly. "Mrs. Johnson, will you give Mr. Shaw here a hall pass to get to his next class." Said Principal Thorton. "Now, Shaw I expect you to fix that window after school." He was speaking to a seventeen-year-old boy with brown wavy hair and brown eyes; he was holding a baseball bat in one hand and a baseball in the other.
"Yes sir." The boy replied.
"Ahem," Lieutenant Shaw cleared his throat loudly.
"Pop, what are you doing here?" the boy asked in shock.
"Well, Harry, I'm NOT here to arrest my son for playing baseball in the school hallways again, am I?"
"No Sir." Blanched Harry, he grabbed the hall pass that Mrs. Johnson offered him "See you at home Pops!" and he ran out the door.
"No running in the hall!" Thorton called after him.
Edward couldn't help laughing at the other boy's quick exit. Than he realized he was the only one laughing and that all eyes in the room were on him. He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet as he sunk down in his chair.