Chapter 5: A Clamor

Many Cones, Based On True Crime

Chapter five begins with the scene of Richard Sparne and his friends returning to the home of Albert Moffett. After executing the Donases, we hear Richard Sparne and his friends like Ricardo Morales describe the Donases as a pimp and hooker, and we see how they saw them as part of the problem that Albert Moffitt was trying to get rid of.
Richard Sparne quits his basketball team and essentially dedicates his life to carrying out the desires of Albert Moffit. Thanks for listening so far. And I hope you enjoy the rest of many cones.
Many Cones is a podcast novel based on true crime. The murders inspiring this crime fiction took place 30 miles from Chicago in Northwest Indiana, and captivated the area from the initial brutal crime scene all the way through and beyond discovery of a shockingly bizarre motive.
A desperate clamor against his side entrance door interrupted Albert’s conversion. He returned to the office and admitted the visitors. Sparne and his friends straggled in.

The Kid had blood all over himself. He had tried to wipe his face on his clothes. The cleansing attempt resulted in what resembled tribal war paint across his face. The other ones had red streaks on various body parts and clothing areas, but nothing close to Richard. Moffit coldly eyed the group. “Don’t sit or touch anything. Where are the knives?”

Ricardo Morales said, “In the car.”

“Go get them,” Moffit ordered.

The well-built boy left and quickly returned with the knives. Moffit took them. “I’m going to clean these in the kitchen. Use my office bathroom and clean yourselves up. Don’t make a mess. Check each other and make sure you’re wiped down. I don’t want blood on anything in here.”

Albert went into his residence. Since his wife had retired for the night, he didn’t need to worry about hiding things. At the sink he washed the knives by hand, and then put them in the dishwasher. He pressed the necessary buttons to start the cycle.

When Moffit returned to his office, his group of young men was still in the process of wiping and removing blood. It took an additional ten minutes for each of them to complete the task. Everyone finally sat. The Kid was closest to Moffit’s desk.

Albert remained quiet. Each of the young men appeared excited, like twelve or thirteen-year-old boys spying on naked breasts for the first time. Richard reached in his pocket, withdrew one hundred seventy-two dollars and laid it on Moffit’s desk.

Sparne said, “Now the bastards will know things are going to change.”

“Any problems?” Moffit asked.

“None. That guy learned his lesson real quick... Guess what? One of his bitches was there. She walked out of the bathroom, naked. Good looking bitch. Nice tits. I’ll bet she made a ton a money for him.”

“What happened to her?”

“She strutted out of the bathroom, like a peacock. When she saw us and saw her pimp lying on the floor, she just stood there and stared. Didn’t even try to cover her tits or anything.”