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Shelby looked at her watch and realised that she didn’t have much time to get to the football stadium. Focused on the parking lot and her car she quickly walked down the isles until she finally recognised the back of the car and the license that read ‘Dr Math’. Wasting no time she inserted her key in the door and quickly jumped in the car. She knew that she had precious little time to get to her meeting and hoped that she would be able to avoid the majority of traffic on her way to the stadium.
Traffic was light making Shelby’s trip to the stadium much quicker than what she originally anticipated. She drove the car behind the bleachers and nosed the car until it was almost right under the stands. Having a small car had its benefits, most of all in this situation that she could keep her car out of sight and await the man who asked her to meet him.
Shelby sighed and looked at her watch, she had made it to the rendezvous point only five minutes before her mystery man would appear. In one respect it could have been a practical joke, resulting from the daring and whimsy that John had displayed on more than one occasion. It was a possibility, but somehow she felt that it was not a joke. Someone was actually frightened enough that he did not want to meet in the open, or talk on telephones.
Now Shelby had too many things on her mind and she felt like she was a top spinning out of control. Boy I need a holiday she said to the still air; she never expected to hear the air answer, but that is just what happened. She heard ‘don’t we all’; she knew that she was over-tired, over-stressed and over-anxious so Shelby unsuccessfully to convince herself still air speaking to her. Trying to prove her theory she spoke again ‘a few days off work might help’. Again the still air was quick to respond to that thought; ‘well, why haven’t you done that yet?’
Feeling like she was trapped in a bad dream, Shelby gently shook her head in an effort to dislodge whatever had been causing this strange inability to distinguish the sounds that she heard. After all, the old football stadium was not only void of people, but also even void of seagulls. The lack of birds alone was abnormal, usually the gulls outnumbered humans 100 to one.
Finally, from the shadows of the bleachers, she saw a figure moving towards her; could this be the voice that she heard in the wind? She tried to figure out who it was, but she just couldn’t figure that piece of the puzzle out. In her mind she started to mentally tabulate probability quotients to determine whom the most likely suspect would be. It could have been Frank, but he liked to play more ‘physical’ pranks so he had a low probability ratio. John always was trying to put something over on Shelby, he had never gone to this extreme before, but the probability ratio placed John among the top suspects. Chad wouldn’t be able to keep the secret for more than two minutes so she knew that Chad’s mug shot would not even be placed within the ‘crime parameters’.
Shelby enjoyed the opportunity to combine advanced mathematics, statistics and logic problems. As a child she watched Perry Mason on T.V. and often tried to solve the crime before Raymond Burr had the chance to prove someone else had committed the crime. For an armchair sleuth she really was good at determining who really committed the crime; strangely it didn’t seem to help now when Shelby really could benefit from her deductive skills.
Shelby continued her efforts to solve the mystery while she awaited the mystery man; wonder what he could possibly have to tell me?
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