Chapter 9: The Plot Thickens:
Wilfred's POV:
Hollie and I spoke with Mr. Wallace.
"Can I help you," asks Mr. Wallace.
"We're searching for the missing corpses," I said.
"Oh, are you with the police," asks Mr. Wallace.
"No, my fiancée's just an idiot," says Hollie, "but an idiot that might be on to something!"
"Prof. Jarrod's Museum burnt down on 23rd Street years ago, right," I asked.
"That's true," says Mr. Wallace.
"Well, he's supposed to be dead, right," asks Hollie.
"You suspect him of some criminal act," asks Mr. Wallace.
"We're just curious," says Hollie.
"I think he might be the Wax Corpse," I said.
"What," asks Mr. Wallace.
"It's what Wilfred's calling the killer," says Hollie.
"Because he makes wax statues out of dead bodies," I said.
"And what if he doesn't," asks Mr. Wallace.
"Then I would have to think of a different name," I said.
"What do you know about his employees," asks Hollie.
"Well, there's Scott Tennyson, a protégé of mine," says Mr. Wallace.
"We know him," I said.
"And there's Igor, a deaf-mute," says Mr. Wallace, "and Leon Averill, who does the wax work. Averill's an odd character. A periodical drunker, but a fine artist. Well, I'm afraid I haven't been much help."
"Well, thank you anyway," I said, "and please don't mention this to your partner."
"I won't," says Mr. Wallace, "you know, I gamble on Jarrod. He's odd, but he's a man of integrity."
"Yes, I'm sure he is," I said, "thank you very much."
"Good day." Mr. Wallace then leaves.
"Wilfred, I read something about an artist in jail who was released and became a drunk," says Hollie, "his name was Carl Hendrix and... I think he had an alias... Leon Averill!"
"I think we should learn more about Leon," I said.
To Be Continued
In the next chapter, Det. Winton follows Leon.