Myst Relative strangers
Lt. Randall was two minutes away from the Fowler mansion when the call came in at 6:45 a.m. He found Drew Fowler Jr. on the kitchen floor in a jogging suit, a huge knot on his forehead.
Q. Why did the clock go on vacation? A. Because it needed to unwind!
His young stepmother was on her knees beside him in her nightgown and robe. His father, Drew Fowler Sr., in his pajamas, sat in a nearby kitchen chair.
“How could this happen?” Mrs. Fowler sobbed.
“My guess is someone attacked him,” Lt. Randall said and motioned toward the bloodstained bat that lay next to the deceased. “Yours?” he asked Mr. Fowler.
“Actually, it was Junior’s a long time ago,” Fowler said. “I got it from the cellar last night since Drew’s son is coming today. I thought we could play a little baseball on the back lawn.” “Did your son live here?” “For the last few months,” Mrs. Fowler sniffed. “He was getting a divorce and staying here while the paperwork went through.”
“How old is his son?” Lt. Randall asked.
“Eleven,” Mr. Fowler said. “He was born on New Year’s Eve, so it’s easy to remember. He was named Drew Fowler the third, so we called him Trey. He was coming to spend a few days here, and Junior and his wife were going away to see if they could patch things up.”
“Who found him?” Lt. Randall asked.
“I did,” Mrs. Fowler said. “I get up earlier than my husband, and I came down to have coffee and read the paper.”
Lt. Randall glanced at the coffeemaker and saw a nearly full glass carafe, the unopened newspaper beside it.
Junior had a routine here,” Mr. Fowler said. “He always left the house at six and got back about a half hour later after jogging through the neighborhood.”
“Did you hear him leave the house?” Lt. Randall asked.
“I heard him leave his bedroom this morning. It’s down the hall from ours,” Mrs. Fowler said. “He wasn’t here when I came downstairs around six-thirty, so I made coffee. He must have come in from his run while I was out front getting the paper.”
Two uniformed policemen came in, and Lt. Randall conferred with them briefly, and they left. “They’re canvassing to see if a neighbor was looking out the window and