Madame Cleo?
Madame Cleo?
Maybe we'll get the answer to this riddle a few minutes before THIS.
Uhhhhh . . . . He overheard the real killers at a bar discussing where they hid the body. He went to call the police so they could arrest the killers, but no one answered the phone. "They must all be out harassing terminally ill marijuana patients instead of concentrating on real crime," he thought to himself grimly.
He jumped in his motorhome to go check the site to verify the information and--sure enough--found the body. He placed the body in his motorhome intending to take it to the police. When he got back to the bar, he found that the killers had absconded.
He tried to call the police again, and this time there was an answer! He hung up without saying another word, for he knew in his bones what had happened. It was no mere coincidence that when the killers were at the bar, no one was at the police station.
In a panic he hastened back to the site where he had found the body and placed it back as he had found it.
Now he had this terrible secret and who would ever believe him?
The chill truth hit him like a gale-force nor'easter. He had been set up. The cops had allowed him to "overhear" them at the bar. This was their plan all along. They had probably followed him all the way out to where the body was deposited and watched from the shadows with smug satisfaction as he palced the body in is motorhome. For now fiber evidence was strewn all over his motorhome. Curses!
The trap was thus set and sprung and an innocent man was sacrificed to protect an evil (is there any other kind?) statist cabal.