The Writers' Retreattaken from: www.mysterynet.com
Ken Moyer was a plagiarist, a thief," Sheri Lathrp said. She was speaking to Police Chief Tom Wayfare. "He stole story ideas, characters, plot twists...anything he could." "Yeah," Henry Dana agreed. "Then he'd crank out a detailed plot outline, get it to Hawthorn Publishers before us, and we'd have to rework our books because no publisher will put out two similar books." "So you all hated him?" "We write suspense novels," Bert Ticotin explained. "The plot is everything. Of course we hated him." "Then why were you all here together?" "We had no choice," said Bert. "We're all under contract to Hawthorn. They arranged for all of us to spend a week here getting our new books outlined and organized." "And you all claim to have been asleep last night when we figure Moyer was killed?" All three authors nodded. "Okay. You may all return to your rooms, but
don't leave this property until I say so." After the writers had left, Wayfare strolled back through the spring growth of the Maryland woods to the office of Jack Comstock, owner of Comstock's Retreat. "What do you know about all this?" Wayfare asked. "Not much. I found Moyer's body this morning by the fountain as I was going to the writers' condo units to wake them for breakfast. We rent out rooms to authors who want to work on their books with no interruptions. Our apartments have no telephones, no televisions, no radios...nothing that might distract the writers from their work." "And their publishers pay for this?" "Not always. In fact, usually the writers come here on their own. Hawthorn's sending us four of their people is very unusual." "Do you believe Ken Moyer was a literary thief?" "I've heard others who came here make comments about not discussing a work-in-progress with him. These three are not the only ones to accuse Moyer of plagiarism." "And these writers -- where do they originally come from?" "All over," Comstock said. "Bert
Ticotin is from London, Henry Dana is from Chicago, and Sheri Lathrop is
from Portland, Oregon. The retreat is well known. My family's been
running it for three generations. As I said, the only unusual thing
about this group is that they were sent here by their publisher and
didn't come on their own." "We just checked Moyer's apartment," the lieutenant said. "It's been torn apart. Somebody was pretty desperate to find something in there." "I wonder if it was a plot synopsis, something
Moyer had stolen." Wayfare rubbed his chin. "Oh, and another
thing," the lieutenant added. "The medical examiner pried open
Moyer's closed fist. This was in it." "Someone lured Moyer out last night, then bashed his head in with a rock." "But who?" the lieutenant asked. "According to Mr. Comstock, his only clients
this week are Lathrop, Dana, Ticotin and Moyer, so that narrows our
suspects down to three, four if you count Comstock himself. And I think
I have an idea I know which one it was."
The Murderer: Bert Ticotin The Explanation: What clue led him in this
direction?
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