Sheriff Crosby drove Sarah back to town. The Inn had been shut down for years as they didn’t have travelers trekking through the town. He had a room in his office he used, and offered it to Sarah, who accepted it. The day had become long and weary, and when night time came Sarah found it hard to sleep, thankfully Sheriff Crosby staid with her as he had to work all night.
“Do you think John Hawthorn killed my husband?” Sarah asked.
“I’m not certain,” Sheriff Crosby said. “We haven’t been able to find him.”
“Did you find his cabin, and the two bodies, didn’t you?”
“We did,” he said solemnly.
“Were those his children?”
“Who is this John Hawthorn?” Sarah asked.
“From what I know,” Sheriff Crosby begin, “he came from the family that have been caretakers of the property… Through the years people, mostly neighbors saw less and less of the family. By the time, Philip took over the estate, John was the last one to continue the work.”
“Haruki, always said he was a bad man,” Sarah stared off onto the floor. “I didn’t know what he meant then…”
“Philip, tried dismissing John from the estate,” Sheriff Crosby said.
“Why didn’t he?”
“I think he was afraid of John,” Sheriff Crosby said. “John, had a bad temper. One night, after a dispute with Philip, John killed one of Philip’s horse’s, a black stallion, I believe. Philip was furious. He came to see me to throw him off the land, but when I did, I couldn’t find John Hawthorn.
“John came from a troubled family. They were always trouble, they kept the grounds neat. They were all alcoholics, all of his family… they all suffered from terrible temper. One neighbor told me he had stopped seeing John’s wife years ago. He assumed she left John who went off the handle by the slightest provocation. Then he stopped seeing both girls… He knew what John was capable of doing after he heard what he did to Philip’s horse.”
“Do you think he also drowned Haruki?”
“We don’t know… we can only speculate.”