The Incident at Rowley

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Game 1: The Group of Dicks.
March 31, 2017

Summoned to the Captain's office on a lazy Sunday, Detective Diamond, Spade, Hart, and Clubbs were given the task to head to a small Massachusetts town to investigate a mundane item stolen from the Governor's Wife's Cousin, a member of the Influential Morse family. The 2 experienced Detectives – Diamond and Spade – and the 2 rookies – Hart and Clubbs – asked few questions but proceeded to gather their items and make the long drive to Rowley, MA.

Arriving in Rowley after nightfall, the detectives had a late dinner at the local diner, meeting a rather untalkative cook and tasting some very delicious pies.  After the late dinner – paid for by the rookies – the detective made their way on a drive through the town.  Noticing the disturbing sight of no police presence after dark, along with the shoe factory fully staffed late in the evening, the detectives traveled to the boarding house for lodging.

With only one room – with 2 queen beds – available, Dean tried to charm their way into getting the second room as well, but was sternly rebuffed on orders from the Sheriff.  With the rookies sharing a bed, Sam claiming the other bed, and Dean sleeping on a mat on the floor, the evening passed uneventfully.

With morning coming, Dean and Sam woke up with the rooster while the 2 rookies soundly slept.  While Sam took his shower, Dean snuck over to the other room and picked the lock.  Examining the room, he discovered that while nothing immediately seemed out of the ordinary, one bed was ruffled.  Sneaking back to their room as Sam was exiting the bathroom, he spun a thin line about going jogging that Sam immediately saw through.  Letting it go for the moment, Sam woke up the rookies to start the day.

After a breakfast at the boarding house, the detective went and met with the rather large Sheriff and his two pale deputies.  After introductions were made, the Sheriff informed them that the other room was reserved as a potential crime scene as a potential suspect stayed their last Friday.  Taking the detectives through town square, they eventually went to the scene of the crime – the Historical Society.  As they walked the town, the sheriff brought up a mysterious stranger was scene in town prior to the theft: a man dressed in black with long black hair, and the odd event that nobody that interacted with him could remember any details about him.  Noticing the tire tracks and broken window on the exterior, the detectives and the sheriff made their way inside the musuem.  

Examining the scene, the detectives made a few discoveries.  Hart and Clubbs noticed that the glass was broken in an odd fashion, with all the glass pushed inwards, along with a long strand of black hair. Spade and Diamond focused their attention on the proprietor, Mrs Morse, and the history around the stolen object and the museum in general.  With Spade taking detailed notes and Diamond on a full blown charm offensive, they discovered that the only item missing was not of monetary value – the gold and other valuables were untouched – but was the former town landmark: a large boulder, previously residing in the town square, made of an odd and not regionally occurring rock.  After getting some more background information on the town and its residents, the detectives reconvened. With no known enemies or promising leads from the initial review, the detectives decided to take a different approach.

Deciding to split up to review other potential leads or locations of the mysterious visitor, Diamond and Hart went to interview the local firecracker journalist while Spade and Clubbs went to the General store, agreeing to meet up again at the library (also the jail and school) afterwards.

Clubbs and Spade did not determine much at the general store, except that the shopkeep's son was rather unhelpful and had a somewhat sour disposition.  Buying some beef jerky and leaving the man a $5 dollar tip, Spade and Clubbs found themselves with an hour left before the library meeting, and decided to head to the rather old and ill-maintained church.

Meanwhile, Diamond and Hart made their way to the newspaper office.  Finding the place deserted, Diamond sent Hart around the front to secure a perimeter…and then proceeded to pick the lock on the backdoor.  Exploring the office, they found a few newspaper articles dating back 3 years (all written by the same woman), a locked and subsequently blatantly picked file cabinet with a series of articles on the factory and the family tree, and 2 desks with telephones.  With Hart noticing one desk had a very large amount of dust accumulated, Diamond wrote a note to the reporter, asking for a meeting regarding the town and some information along with how to contact him.  As they exited and relocked the building, Diamond slid the note under the door and convinced Hart to take the remaining hour and investigate the church.

Meeting up unexpectedly at the Church, the detectives noticed the disrepair of the building as they entered.  Speaking the resident priest, they were struck by the sheer amount of candles lit in the building.  The resident priest described the diminishing attendance over the last 20 years, with the last service having no attendees and the church being kept afloat by regular small distributions from a trust.  Thanking the priest – and dropping some money in the collection jar – Hart and Diamond took 15 minutes to say a few prayers, much to the delight of the priest.

As they left to review the library, Clubbs broke off to take a second look at the historical society.  Sending Hart with Clubbs – over Hart's objections – Spade and Diamond interviewed the librarian over the mysterious individual, of which she was little help in recalling any specific details.  With Diamond retracing the steps of the individual throughout the library, Sam read through the library's pride and joy: a detailed accounting of Rowley's history.  

In the book, Sam found some juicy information regarding Rowley's history.  FInding out that the town was not named after the Rowley family but was rather founded by a renegade Catholic Priest, excommunicated for heretical beliefs. With that information in hand, Hart and Diamond both came to the conclusion that, if that church was the original church, it would have additional records.  

As the detectives went back to the church, Sam went into the back with priest to discuss the records while Hart, Clubbs, and Diamond examined the church.  Sam noticed that the majority of records over 20 years old were destroyed, and the dismaying conclusion that only a handful of marriages were done in the last 20 years since the current priest arrived.  Meanwhile, the other detectives came to a startling conclusion.  With Diamond and Hart's more religious upbringing, they began to notice some things off about the church:  votive candles were lit without a devotion made, there were no confessional booths, the cross did not have the catholic imaging of Jesus, the alter was made of wood and had no holy relics, no holy bible, and most tellingly that the tabernacle was missing from behind the altar.

As Sam was struck by something being off, the other detectives came in the back and began lobbing pointed accusations at the priest.  Quickly crumbling, the priest admitted to not being an actual priest, basing his actions on a book he acquired on the priesthood, and that he arrived 20 years and assumed the vacant role without the town questioning him.  As Sam mentioned the numerous felonies committed and proceeded to take out his handcuffs, the faux priest rabbitted, much to the rookies surprise and to Diamond and Spade's long sigh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sam's Notes
Supplemental to Group of Dicks

Sam's Notepad:

Sunday:

Cap gave Dean and I an assignment today…. Go out to bum-fuck nowhere and find a missing item. Apparently the Governor's wife's cousin Mrs Morse (could we get any more far removed from important people?) got her panties in a twist about something being stolen. On top of this shit assignment he saddled Dean and I with a pair of rookies. Harrison Hart and Chucky Clubbs. Neither one of them look like they can wipe their own ass let alone help anyone solve a case. so off to this little runt of a town what did Cap say it was called…….Rowley?

Upon rolling into town after putting the rooks in their place, Hart says he graduated Harvard, What an Abercrombie. Clubbs says he's from Salem other than that he is an annoying son of a bitch. we rolled by the local hoosegow to find that the Sheriffs office is <u>Closed!?</u> What the fuck? these people and their disregard for the law, no wonder they can't keep people from robbing them. So we noticed that the shoe factory was still in production and the only other place in town that was opened was the diner, apparently they value food more than their safety, we ordered coffee and pie (This pie is phenomenal a local woman by the name of Mrs Lee makes them we found out). when asked about the sheriff station being closed the slack jawed local behind the counter then proceeds to tell us that the sheriff doesn't come in to the office on a regular schedule…..Excuse me? What's that story morning glory?……..I proceeded to educate the local genius here a thing or two about the importance of the law and wouldn't you know it one of the twits swiped my pie out from under me, I see how it is I'll remember this Hart.  

After I get my Hackles up Dean reminds me we are to play nice here and gets me to calm down as make tracks to the Road house we are being setup in. Hart and Chucky want to talk to more people and investigate more, I had to remind them of police procedures as we are the visiting officers we have to contact the locals before we start any investigations (you would think they would know that being that already being closer to their academy days than me) . As we arrive at Reynolds' Road House we are greeted by one Mrs Reynolds. She says that the sheriff has authorized us to have one of the rooms upstairs. Dean proceeds to try and charm his way (What a schmoozer) into getting a second room. Mrs Reynolds said that she would have to get an ok from the sheriff to give us the 2nd room. When asked Why all she could tell us was that we would have to speak to the sheriff about that…….Well we would if he was ever in his FUCKING OFFICE!!! She told us that he is normally in on Mondays for a couple of hours……Dean gave me a stern look that telegraphed PLAY NICE!!! I bit my tongue for now……We also asked about the townsfolk and the factory being open on Sunday. she said that people in this town have been placing more importance on working than praying these days and told us that the pastor of the church was a Fr. Gregory. Dean asked for a wakeup call at 7AM and we made our way upstairs to our room we found that there were 2 queen beds setup there I took one and Dean graciously let the rookies share the other bed while he slept on a bedroll on the floor.

Monday 6:45AM

I woke up and noticed Dean just getting up and the 2 rookies sleeping like babies in each others arms. I then went into the john and did my normal morning routine of Shit Shower Shave. By the time I came out Chuckles and Hart were just waking up and Dean was coming back in the room saying he just got back from his morning run…….He was still wearing his PJs, barefoot and not sweating…….I call bullshit but just before I can say anything there is a knock at the door and Mrs Reynolds says its our wakeup call and breakfast is downstairs. I head down as Dean heads to the shower. Mrs Reynolds put out quite the spread. I asked her if she had any of Mrs. Lee's pies since my got swiped from me last night. She said she did not have any currently but could get some soon. By the time I was done with breakfast and ready to head out Dean and Hart had something to eat and thier morning java. Chuckles was just coming down the stairs as we were leaving. You snooze you lose Chuckles.

Upon arriving back at town square I noticed the state of things now seeing them in the sunlight. The town church is rundown while the businesses are kept up and the most pristine building in the square is the town bank. It seems this town abandoned Christian beliefs for the almighty Buck. Looking around as we head up to the sheriff's station I am noticing that most of the buildings have the name of Morse all over them (this is a company town if I ever saw one) also the townsfolk all look similar like they could be related. Could this be a whole town of inbreds?

When we get in the station I see just how lax the sheriff is. The man has totally let himself go to pot. He is one Fat Bastard! We introduce ourselves and inquire as to the situation here in town. The sheriff then asks for us to give him 5 minutes to which I said I will give him 10 as he lumbered up from his seat (I have no idea how that seat is not in 1,000 pieces) as he goes in the back Dean Shot me another look and told me again to play nice. I told him that i offered extra time and asked how is that not nice? the sheriff comes out with 2 deputies and introduces us to them (a couple of inbred bothers by the look of it) He says their names are Jimmy Taylor and Hank Wilson. We ask that he take us to see Mrs Morse and to see the crime scene.

The sheriff takes us across the square to the Rowley Historic society (He moves surprisingly fast for a man of his bulk) we see the point of entry for the robbers immediately it seems that there was a window broken in about 8 feet up and tire tracks that looked like a tin can was backed up to the wall and sped off. The bottom of the sill appeared to be cleared assumable to not be cut getting in or out of the window. The sheriff said this happened Friday night Saturday morning the best he can figure. (well if he kept the station open 24/7 he would know then wouldn't he?) we entered the building an met Mrs Morse. She was a knockout dame and I noticed Dean immediately turn on that Irish Charm of his. Chuckles and Hart were more interested in the window and where the artifact was removed from.. Questioning Mrs Morse we found that it was a rock that was stolen. (Jesus age Christ! A ROCK? Seriously? she is upset about a Rock?!) we learned that the rock has been in the town since the founding in 1673 and that it was recently moved into the Historical Society in 1922. According to Mrs. Morse the town was founded by Pilgrims and was closer to the shore and then built inland When the Town was built inland the rock was moved to what is currently the town square and used as a meeting place. She said that her family moved to the town after it was built inland. I inquired if there were records of the rock that she had and if we could have them. She obliged and took Dean and I to the back room where I am sure Dean wanted to "pump" her for more information as well. She said that she had no grudges with any townsfolk and the only enemies she could think of would be competitors in the shoe industry. I asked if there was any new people in town aside from us.

The Sheriff piped up and told us about a stranger that passed through last Thursday and Friday and spoke to the General store shopkeep Mr. Davis and the Librarian Ms. Hamilton. and said that he stayed at the Reynolds Road House in the room that he would not let Mrs. Reynolds rent. He told us he would let Mrs. Reynolds know to let us in there to check it out and after we cleared it we could use it. I asked the sheriff if there was anywhere else in town that would have records of town history we could look at. He suggested to talk to the Nancy Thomas the Town journalist and that she was a real firecracker. I noticed Dean perk up again. (Talk about a dog in heat he really is trying to hump someone.) After This we decide to split up and each take a rookie to interview the witnesses After a bad hand of rock paper scissors I get stuck with Chuckles, we decided that i would go interview Mr. Davis and Dean would go to see Ms. Thomas at the newspaper. and meet in 2 hours at the library. As he was leaving Dean said something about Dimensions and I told him not to play around with that shit and to remember what happened last time 10 years ago. He assured me it would be fine and that was in the past…..it still haunts me though.

Chuckles and I head off to the general store to find it fairly busy. Mr. Davis is behind the counter with a Kid. When I introduce myself and state why i am here all the customers clear out like bats outta hell. Mr. Davis was being a hostile witness and not wanting to answer questions because I just ran off his clientele. I told him I would give him a Lincoln if he played nice to make up for the lost business. He agreed and told me what he knew about the stranger, which wasn't much. He could not remember anything the man said to him or any defining features about the man other than he had long black hair and was about the height and build of Mr. Davis himself. He said that he had bought sheets of paper, wax, ink, salt, and salted cod. (was this guy a fishmonger?) Inquiring about other townsfolk I found that the town has a doctor and the office is a few miles down the road on Jefferson. As I was gathering this information I noticed Chuckles playin around with the kid in the corner (great now I am gonna have to make sure he isn't a pedo now.) after that interview was over we still had 1 and a half hours to kill looking around the square the Church stands out for not being as kept up as the rest of the buildings so we decide to check it out before we need to be at the library. 

Churches, bah, I used to be Catholic and a good parishioner but after being a cop as long as I have and see as much as I have you question your faith and as in my case come to the conclusion God is dead. It has been awhile since I set foot in a chruch.

As We get to the door of the church Dean and Hart come strolling up. They seemed to be pulled to this husk of a building too. As we entered the only soul we see is a priest at the alter and I noticed all the candles in the place were lit even all the votive prayer candles. As we walked up the ailse I threw some coin in the poor box (God may be dead but the poor still suffer right?) the closer we get to the priest the younger he appears, must be a trick of the light in here. He Introduced us and we asked Fr. Gregory about the state of his church and why all the candles were lit. He said that attendance slowly evaporated over time and as for the candles he finds the light to be comforting because he does not like the dark. He told us that the church is maintained by a trust that is dwindling we asked about other institutions in town and he told us about the school run by Headmaster Thomas Marshall. We were also curious about if there is no interest in the church did people get married here anymore? He explained that there have been 3 marriages here since he has been in charge Sullivan, Woods, and Cole. We thanked the priest for his time and Hart knelt at the alter and started praying. Seeing this the Priest was overjoyed and joined Hart by the alter. (Like praying is going to do any good for anyone, just a bunch of hocus pocus)

After leaving the Church Dean and I were going to head to the library. Chuckles wanted to go check out the tire marks in front of the Historical society again. Dean and I made Hart go with him much to his displeasure. (Geez I didn't think I would have to explain the importance of Partners to these igjits too) 

Dean and I entered the Library and introduced ourselves to Ms. Hamilton and much to Dean's displeasure Ms Hamilton looked to be in her 40s. (Can't win them all kid!) When questioned about the stranger she said all she can remember was that he had long black hair and was her height and build (she is a foot shorter than Davis and thinner so no telling what this guy's size is) she also remembered he was wearing and odd outfit, all black button up like a preacher's outfit but no collar was there. she said that he paced around the walls of the building and left. she also did not remember anything he said to her or his face. When asked if they had any records on town history she pointed to a book on a pedestal off to the side she said that is the book on the history of Rowley. I went to inspect the book and found that the town was established in 1639 by Rev. Ezekiel Rogers who arrived on a ship that came from England that carried the first printing press to arrive in the colonies that is now in Harvard University. Rev Rogers left England because he held non conformist Puritan beliefs and Founded the church in the town square in 1643 & 1645 the town built the Fulling and Grist Mills and in 1642 they built the Bridge and Damn over the mill river. The Morse Family came to Rowley in 1803.

At this point our two compatriots were back from their date and we exchanged information. Chuckles said he found a long black hair at the crime scene and noted that the glass was moved around in an unusual pattern. (this makes Mr Stranger prime suspect.) we told the 2 rookies about what we found in the book and all decided that the church should have more records if it is one of the oldest institutions here so we headed back to the church.

Fr. Gregory was delighted to see us again and we asked if we could see the chrurch records so we can get an idea of the town history he said that we were welcome to what he had but alot of the records were destroyed in a fire that happened about 20 years ago that also took the life of his predecessor. I asked if I could still see what he had and he escorted me to the rectory while Dean and the rookies stayed behind. (Dean looked a little bewildered I figured he was on to something and let him be.) Talking to Fr. Gregory in the rectory I learned that the Morse's were not baptized here or even married here Fr. said they moved around a lot and did not actually start staying in town permanently until a few years ago.

At this point Dean storms the room with his gun drawn to bear on the priest he accuses him of not being a real priest and sites many inconsistencies about the church. Fr. Gregory admitted he is not an ordained priest but he is catholic and that is good enough. Dean insisted that it is not because he did not have any training or schooling to be a priest to which Fr. Gregory pointed to a book on his desk (how ti be a priest) and said I have used this as my training. I pulled my handcuffs and told Fr. Gregory it was illegal to run a church without a license and impersonate a man of the cloth and asked that he come with us to the sheriff's station to be booked.

Can you believe the sonuva bitch rabbited?

 

 

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Game 2: The Game's Afoot

After chasing down the ersatz Father Gregory and collaring him, Dean and Harry were summoned by the Sheriff to his office.  Once the detectives arrived, the Sheriff game them the lowdown: he knew that Father Gregory was a fraud, but he was placed there by the Feds as part of some secret witness program.  Grumbling about missed communication and developing a cover story for the gossips, the detectives left "Father" Gregory with the Sheriff.

The group did some more investigating, splitting up to canvas the town.  Chuckles and Harry went to the Church to further investigate – Chuckles was keenly interested in the collection plate while Harry was fascinated by the well-stocked liquor cabinet – whilst Sam and Dean went to the bank to talk with the manager.  While at the bank, Sam and Dean discovered something curious: apparently, the general store and boarding house both made deposits last week with exceptionally sharp gold coins.  Claiming them for evidence – and feeling spooked by the coins – Sam and Dean met back with Hart and Clubbs to plan a new course of action.

As Sam and Chuckles went back to the General store for further questions, Dean and Hart met with the local reporter.  Discovering her to be a very attractive motorcycle driving redhead, Dean and Harry had their trains of thought derailed.  After a meandering conversation regarding her background as a reporter, her father being a well-known geologist, and a noticable limp, Dean and Harry got another lead: odd driving patterns out by the outlying Fisher farm and the factory.

With the group in tow, the Fisher farm was visited first.  Discovering nothing out of the ordinary and chalking up the strange drivers with bootleggers, the detectives then went to the diner for dinner.  After meeting with the town's resident sawbones and exchanging cryptic conversation, the doctor paid for everyone's meal and left the diner.  

Heading to the factory after dinner, the detectives began canvassing the factory.  Finding nothing else out of place, the factory workers complained about similar late night driving.  As their concerns were being dismissed, it was brought to the detectives attention that the event just happened again a few minutes ago.  Marshalling up, they gave chase to find the source of the odd driving.

As the detectives tracked the car to the marshlands east of town, they discovered a small dock with a rowboat on each shore of the peninsula.  Making their way across the bay towards the fire in the distance, the detectives stealthed up to the light…and quickly wished they did not.  

A mysterious figure matching the description of the man from town was chanting over a bonfire in an unknown language.  Sam became spooked, having flashbacks to the incident a decade ago, while Dean and Clubbs moved up to get a shot.  As they did, a bolt of lightning came from out of nowhere, causing the fire to turn black for a moment.  Dean immediately opened fire, with Clubbs, Hart, and Spade following suit.  The mysterious figure was able to dodge the gunfire momentarily, but was felled by a shot from Clubbs.

As the individuals were looted, Sam sent Hart and Clubbs out to get water to put out the flames while Sam and Dean searched the body.  Discovering a mysterious envelope with a cryptic message, the detectives shared a knowing look: this event was just beginning, and things were about to get very weird and very bad.  

As Hart and Clubbs returned with the water, Sam and Dean hid the contents found on the body and began putting out the flames, discovering that the Rowley Rock was shattered into 20 pieces by the lightning bolt…and had odd platinum veins throughout the fragments.  Hart noticed they may form a pattern, but he was able to determine what it would be.

Loading up the boat and making multiple trips, Clubbs discovered that another individual made their way from the peninsula to the mainland…and slashed all their tires as their vehicle was heard in the distance.  The detectives did not have time to contemplate the actions though, as an unnatural fog swept throughout the area, bringing a tropical climate and odd bird screeching with it as the waters grew unnaturally still.

Taking the body and as much as the rock with them as they could and locking the rest in the car, the detectives traveled back to the factory on foot.  Discovering nothing immediately amiss with the factory – which put Sam on edge – the detectives commandeered a truck and made their way to town.  Waking the sawbones doctor met earlier – and avoiding the large amounts of cats milling about –  the detectives and the doctor had a frank discussion.  Sam and Dean were cautiously hopeful as the doctor seemed to have a grasp of the occult aspects of the instance – ni fact, he intimated he knew more than they did on the situation – while Hart and Clubbs grew increasingly agitated at being left in the dark.

Leaving the body with the doctor and heading back for a few hours of sleep (with the rock fragments in tow), the detectives slept in shifts – or would have, if Clubbs on the first watch did not fall fast asleep.  With Dean and Sam waking early – and being annoyed with Clubbs falling asleep – they woke the detectives and took inventory of their funds and gear.  Determining a need to obtain better armament – much to the confusion of Hart and Clubbs – the detectives traveled to Newbury Port the following morning.  

Obtaining a cache of ammunition, new clothes, and more weapons, the detectives headed back to Rowley.  En Route, Hart mentioned to Clubbs that the veterans were acting strangely and seemed to be dressing and acting like they were gearing up to go to war.  Sam and Dean did nothing to dissuade that statement, but played evasive with information when pushed.  

Arriving back at Rowley, they went to the Doctor's house for the autopsy report at the agreed upon time.  As the doctor arrived, he entered into a blind panic as he noticed all 72 of his cats were missing.  In a panic, he demanded the detectives find all of his cats before he gave them any more information.  Hart and Clubbs dismissed the doctor as a crazy kook, but were shocked when Sam and Dean took him seriously and began asking about the significance of the cats.

 As Sam began filling the rookies in on their new task of finding the cats – and providing them with no other background information – they canvassed the town's water areas looking for the cats, expecting them to be drowned.  Recovering their vehicle and returning the borrowed truck to the factory, the detectives were not having any luck with the cats, but did run into Mrs Morse.  Demanding any information about the Rowley Rock, Dean evasively answered her question with the "pending investigation" angle, and the detectives quickly left to head back to the doctor.

As Sam, Hart, and Clubbs were discussing the situation with the doctor, Dean was distracted by the sound of the Reporter's motorcyle approaching.  Struck by the overlooked information – she was obviously smart if she graduated Harvard at age 18, and with a geologist father she was a potential source of information – Dean snuck away to meet up with the reporter.  Finding her in complete disarray and in shock, Dean flagged over the detectives for help.

As Sam calmed her down, she relayed what she found:  she left for the Fisher farm to investigate a series of dead cows that popped up overnight…and found one of the Fisher kids killed in a grotesque fashion.  As Hart and Diamond took her to her house and offered to post a watchman, she politely declined the offer and stated she would be fine after a hot bath and some breakfast.

Meeting back up with the other detectives, Hart and Clubbs confronted Sam and Dean about the events that transpired.  With Sam dropping the hint that Clubbs' may see some real dark magic compared to the Salem sideshows, the detectives debated their course of action: investigate the Fisher Farm, try to find the missing cats, or deliver the busted rock to Mrs Morse and calling it a day.

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