The Obvious Suspect

By Joseph Logsdon

If Martin Shelby had arrived at the hotel a little later, he wouldn't have been accused of murder. At first, he couldn't believe it when he found a dead body in his hotel room, but as the night progressed, he had to accept the fact that he was, indeed, a suspect. Before he could leave the hotel, a detective stopped him. Knowing that he was doomed, Martin sighed as the detective gave him the third degree.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, I was thinking of leaving," Martin stated.

"As long as I'm here, you won't be leaving," the detective stated.

"What is this all about, anyway?"

"The body of a dead man was discovered in your hotel room."

"Let me guess, you think I did it, don't you?"

"Well, did you?"

"The body was already there when I entered the room," Martin informed.

"If you're so innocent, then why did you try to run?"

"I didn't think you would believe me," Martin stated.

"You're right, I don't believe you."

"I know this looks bad, but trust me, I had nothing to do with it," he pouted.

"Unless you can come up with a better story, you're under arrest," the detective exclaimed.

Before the detective could say another word, a police officer grabbed his shoulder.

"That's enough," the officer stated.

"Don't talk to me when I'm working," the detective replied.

"Normally, I wouldn't, but given the circumstances, I'm sure you'll want to know about this," the officer stated.

"Know what, exactly?"

"The body is gone," the officer informed.

"What do you mean, gone?"

"He was there one moment, gone the next," the officer stated.

"The dead can't walk," he gasped.

"Well, obviously, someone moved him," the officer stated.

"If what you say is true, then no one is allowed to leave the hotel until we find that body," the detective exclaimed.

"What am I supposed to do?" Martin asked.

"Despite what I've been told, you're still a prime suspect. Don't forget that," the detective hissed.

Desperate to clear his name, Martin helped the police search for the missing body. After many hours of searching, they finally located the body in a closet on the third floor. Eager to arrest someone, the detective questioned the maid.

"What's your name?"

"Masterson, Silvia Masterson," she answered.

"Tell me, Silvia, where are you from?"

"Hungary," she answered.

"Why would a Hungarian maid be working at an American hotel?"

"I'm an immigrant," she stated.

"Are you sure?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"If you ask me, that accent sounds very fake. Also, if you're really innocent, then why are you acting so nervous? You know what I think? I think you're a lousy, good for nothing whore! I mean, let's be honest, it's very unusual to find such an attractive woman working in a hotel, isn't it? You're not even a maid, are you?"

"You're right, I'm lying to you," Silvia exclaimed.

"So, do you confess to the murder?"

"I'm not a murderess, but I am a liar. You see, gentlemen, I've been working as an undercover agent for many years. Believe it or not, this hotel is operated by a secret crime organization. Until a few minutes ago, I had the perfect cover, but sadly, your police force has ruined my future plans. With any luck, the FBI will go easy on you when they find out about this," Silvia stated.

"Well, if you're not the murderer, then who is?" Martin asked.

"You are," the detective stated as he handcuffed Martin.

"I didn't kill anyone," Martin exclaimed.

"The way I see it, you're the person who had the opportunity," the detective stated as he led Martin away from the closet.

"I didn't do it, I swear," Martin gasped.

Before Martin could be dragged away from the scene, he witnessed something that seemed impossible. Suddenly and without warning, the body opened its eyes.

"What the fuck," Silvia gasped.

"I did it again," the man stated as he walked out of the closet.

"Sir, we thought you were dead," the detective stated.

"This always happens around this time of year," the man stated.

"What happens?"

"I'm sorry, it must be very strange to see me this way," he laughed.

"That's an understatement," Martin stated.

"When I was a child, I suddenly collapsed for seemingly no reason at all. My parents thought I was dead, but they soon realized that I had a very rare condition. Sometimes, I'll pass out for seemingly no reason at all. Now, when this happens, it appears that I'm dead, but I assure you, I'm not."

"You had no heartbeat," the detective gasped.

"I assure you, I did, you just couldn't detect it," he stated.

"How did you end up in the closet?"

"Apparently, I went for a little walk," he laughed.

"Well, it looks like you'll have to release me," Martin stated.

"You know, when you've been working as a detective for as long as I have, you've seen everything," he laughed.

The End