I’m posting this in a few places mainly cause i don’t know exactly where to post it lol but also to get a broader range of people to try it

Murder at the Mod Club Chocolate House

The mid morning conversation at Mod Club Chocolate House tended toward the monotonous. On any given day, Steve would be describing his strict routine — Monday: Odds; Tuesday: Improvements; Wednesday: Feedback; then repeat, with only Sundays off.

Norma , another regular, was forever describing her Moding — Boards noon, then complaints until five, followed by inboxes. Nothing after eight p.m. and no Banning ever.

Kelly, from the snack bar, would always have some pammers to complain about. ("He asked me for Bingo and then blamed me ’cause he didn’t win.")

And Rio, the Head mod, was always pointing out someones comments. ("See the way Joe sticks his butt out for people? He’s begging for trouble. I’ve told him a million times.")

But this Friday morning was different. On Friday they had a murder to talk about.

"I can’t believe no one saw it happen," Norma grunted as she squeezed out a set Rares.

Steve was peeling, while Kelly and Rio sat on leather-clad benches and sipped their colas.

"Well, mornings are slow," Rio said, "once we get past the pre-work throng. This time of day it’s often just us Mods and Pamolics." Rio swallowed hard. "The two of you. Poor Joe."

It had been the previous morning, around 11:30, when Joe, the Mod, was found in the upstairs computer room, sitting peeling some upped odds. His form looked particularly bad, since someone had grabbed a mouse and used it to bash in the back of his skull.

"Joe was a bit of a jerk," Norma admitted. "He was always sucking up to the pammers on here."

"Well, some pammers liked his style," Rio said. "That’s what I heard through the grapevine. Joe would make a contests, within a week and have more contests for pammers."

"I suppose he was a good Mod." Kelly yawned. "If you like the overeager to please type. Way too friendly. Always bragging about pammers thinking he was the best. Joe invested in small change, right?"

"Right," said Rio and Steve softly, reluctantly, in near-perfect unison. Neither Person made eye contact with anyone else.

"I hear he was arguing with someone before he got hit."

"I heard him," Rio said. He finished his bottled Cola and tossed it across the floor to a wicker wastebasket. Three points.

"You heard him from upstairs?" asked Kelly with a curious frown.

"You know how his voice carried. I was behind the counter." Rio pointed to the front counter situated by the stairs that led up to the computer room on the second floor. "I couldn’t hear who he was talking to."

"Not even if it was a man or woman?" asked Norma.

"No. But I did hear the mouse slam down. And then it was quiet. I finished my gummies on the computer then went upstairs to check it out."

"That’s right," Steve said. "You’re the one who found him. And there was no one else?"

"No. It’s just that one room up there. Whoever cracked his skull must have taken the back stairs down to the Rare rooms. From the rare rooms, he could have gone anywhere, inside or out. The alarms on the emergency doors don’t work."

"The attacker could have come and gone without us seeing him," Steve said.

"I didn’t see anyone," Norma volunteered. "I was on the Stool in the animal room, watching TV. I didn’t hear a thing until the sirens."

"I was doing my Inbox," Steve added. "Rio came flying down the stairs, yelling at me to call 911." He half-chuckled as he realized something. "You know, I never did finish my messages."

"Well, I missed everything," Kelly said. "I was in the back room, behind the snack bar. People don’t realize all the work that goes into running this place. Inventory and preparation. Like this guy came in yesterday just as I was opening and wanted bingo — immediately. Like it’s just waiting there already to go."

"You shouldn’t have peeled in the morning," Norma said in disgust. "You need the rares to give out."

"Rares are nothing without a good contest," Steve asserted.

And just like that, they were back in the groove, all of them comfortably at home with their own oft-rehearsed speeches. On Monday morning, the conversation varied again. Three of the regulars forgot all about their regular subjects and spent half an hour eagerly discussing the arrest of the fourth — for murder.

Who killed Joe?

list 3 pieces of supporting evidence

Why?
Who’s the butler? i need names and evidence of why they killed him lol
Pam…why Kelly? the only thing is can think of for it to be her is she had nothing to gain from Joe being alive? she complained about him bragging then she conveniently missed everything and also she said that just yesterday that someone was there wanting bingo when she was just opening but Rio states earlier that it was just them there ..hmm this is tough lol


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