Ridley P Poe Essay Research Paper Well

Ridley P. Poe Essay, Research Paper

Well, we got a call from a frightened Ms. Leimbach who lived on the forth floor

of the Pleasant Valley Apartment building, Lieutenant Henderson said.

So……. What d she say. I asked.

She said there was a body lying in a safety net that some construction crew had

left outside her back window, Lieutenant Henderson said.

So what d you do then, LT. I asked.

Hey Miller why don t you stuff a doughnut in this kid s mouth so I can tell my

tale. and turning to me, he added Patience young man, patience.

Flicking an ash from the end of his Dunhill toward the aluminum foil ashtray in

front of him and missing, he continued, Anyway, Sergeant Richards took the call, and the

info that he got outta Ms. Leimbach was sorta vague. She said that she couldn t tell who it

was because the face was covered in blood, but she estimated that it had happened within

fifteen minutes before calling us. She said that she had finished the dishes at her sink in

front of that window just before The Tonight Show started at 11:00, and the body wasn t

there then. When she called us at 11:15, she said she had just gotten up to make herself a

cup of tea when she noticed the body.

At first, me and Richards wondered if that old coot hadn t been seeing things

again. After all, this was the same Ms. Leimbach who had called us about four months

before this, screaming something about her Hoover attacking her.

What ya do about that. Detective Miller asked.

Well, first I called her doctor and had him meet me there with some sedatives. I

decided to bring a starter pistol loaded with blanks. When I got there, she was locked in

her bathroom, and the Hoover was lying upended in the middle of the living room floor. I

coaxed her out of the bathroom to watch me shoot six blanks into that poor old Hoover.

Then the doctor did his business, and I left with a new Hoover for the office. The next day

she called the Captain and asked that I be commended for taking care of that quote

wretched beast .

Lt. Henderson crushed out his Dunhill and grabbed a glazed one from the Dunkin

Doughnuts box in the middle of the table. He shoved half of it into his mouth and

continued talking while he chewed, Anyway, we had to check this one out regardless of

how many times she cried wolf, or beast, or whatever. When we got there, we found

exactly what Ms. Leimbach had described. He pronounced it deffcrived with help from

the doughnut.

There was indeed a body lying in a safety net four stories above the apartment

building parking lot. Since we had no way to get to the body, we called the fire department

and had them bring in a step truck to take us up. He swallowed down the half chewed

lump in his mouth and stuffed in the other half.

Richards and I went up with one of the firemen and what I saw was probably the

most disgusting sight I have ever had the privilege of witnessing. He was very dead. I

mean this guy didn t even have a face left. We assumed he had lost it somewhere between

the top of the twelve story apartment building and the safety net.

So it was a jumper. Detective Miller asked. I remained silent.

Yeah, that s what we thought. But this is where the whole thing started getting

really bizarre. You see, we assumed it was a suicide, and figured that the guy just jumped

and left his face on a ledge or something on the way down.

When we got the body down, we checked him for a wallet, a suicide note,

anything that would tell us who the hell this guy was and what brought him there. We

checked the roof and the entire front of the building with nothin more than the man s shoe

prints on the roof. Most of his teeth were knocked out, so we couldn t ID him by his

dental records. So the only thing we had to go on were his fingerprints, which we sent off

to the FBI for analysis, hoping that they would have them on file.

Since it was already late, we decided to send the body to the coroner and wait until

the next morning to question the residents of the building so we could find out if anyone

had heard or seen anything. We knew that it wouldn t be until then that we got the results

of the fingerprints back from the FBI anyway. Once we got the ID of this guy, all we

figured that we would have to do was to notify the next of kin, fill out the proper

paperwork, and that would be that. Case closed. And then this John Doe would soon be a

distant memory.

Doesn t sound too bizarre yet, I said.

Yet is the key word here — listen on, Lt. Henderson responded, lighting up

another Dunhill. The next morning we received three rather important bits of

information. The first two were expected; the other was…..well, quite the opposite. A fax

from the FBI came first with the results of the fingerprint analysis. Our John Doe was

positively identified as one Ridley P. Poe, of 61 East Sprague Street. I decided to go

myself and l

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