Who killed Wally Walton?
“The only problem is, I’m not sure if these cuffs fit around your wrists, Kyle,” Abby said.
“W-well, why would they need to?” Kyle spluttered, as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“You lied to me, Kyle,” Abby said.
“How did you figure that one out?” he asked.
His face was turning purple now, sweat patches were showing around his armpits.
“You said you went on the roller-coaster,” Abby said.
“Only, you said Wally put you in it, locking you into the harness because there were no attendants on site.
“Yeah,” Kyle, said, his chin jutting forward.
“So how did you get off the ride, Kyle?” Abby said.
“You were locked in. That requires an operator to release the lock and let you off.”
Abby stared at him.
“You never got on the ride in the first place, did you? Why did you do it, Kyle?” she asked.
In that moment, he gave in.
“Wally stole my idea,” he said.
“When we were kids we lived next door to each other and we used to play games. One of them involved us inventing a make believe theme park. I came up with the name Wacky World. Most of the rides in here were my idea as well!”
He went on.
“Me and Wally drifted apart. He made a success of himself, whereas everything in my life went wrong. That’s how I got to this size: comfort eating…”
Scotty shook his head in disbelief as Kyle spoke.
He said he’d been listening to the radio one day when he’d heard the presenter talking about the opening of a new theme park and a competition to be one of the first visitors.
“Wally pretended not to know me when I showed up as one of the winners,” Kyle said.
“Either that or he didn’t recognise me this size.
“I did go to the rollercoaster, but when I looked at it I realised I couldn’t even fit.
I heard Wally, snort behind me.
He said ‘We have a staff gym onsite, mate, why dontcha try that?’ Then he told me to find another ride, and just walked off.
I saw red, I followed him back to the Strength Tester machine and… You know the rest.”
“Yeah we do, Kyle. We know the rest all right,” Abby said with a sigh.
“Wally’s dead, and once we get some extenders for these cuffs, you’ll be off to jail.”
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