Wrongfully Accused Page #3

The man who killed Hibbing Goodhue.

This has more twists and turns

than Chubby Checker in a blender.

So we got us a murderer on the loose!

All right,

listen up, people!

Our man will be on foot

and running.

A man that's tired,

a man that's possibly hurt...

...will have a stride of 4 feet,

...while wearing boxer shorts.

Four feet even,

with the restrictions of a brief.

Which means he will cover

four miles in one hour.

He's got an hour and 3/4 start on us.

He'll take to the nearest highway.

He'll commandeer a car

or hop on a truck.

Now, the average elevation in this area

is 2,057 feet...

...2 and 1/4 inches,

with one exception.

He will take any chances,

do anything to stay a free man.

Climb, hike...

...rappel.

Hell, even fall down a damn mountain.

It's a wilderness out there...

...so this citified sophisticate

better watch himself.

He's in the heart of bear country.

This fiddle player will be hungry...

...famished, starved.

His last meal was twelve hours ago.

This boy's on the run.

He'll head for the city,

a large city.

He'll try to lose himself in a crowd.

And wherever he goes, he will feel

hundreds of eyes staring his way.

No matter what he does,

no matter where he goes...

...he will feel hunted.

And my friends...

...you are looking at the hunter!

I want roadblocks

around a 10-mile radius.

Set up communications

with all law enforcement.

That's state, county, city!

Get me Governor Carlson.

I may need the National Guard.

Diet Coke, no ice.

All right, people.

I want Harrison caught...

...in 4 hours and 28 minutes.

That will make it exactly high noon.

Now let's move it!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Move it, people! Move it!

Nelson and I are heading towards Wysetta

by way of Peck's Woods.

So far, no sign of Harrison. Over.

Ten-four, Unit Six.

How you doing there?

Fine.

These are on sale, right?

Sure, yeah.

$32.50, okay?

You betcha, sure.

Doing some fishing around here?

Yes.

I'm going to do a little angling,

see if I can't catch one of those...

uh, bigmouth fish here in Minnesota.

And some of those huge huskies, too.

So, Roman...

...are you still fishing off Gray's Bay?

Catching any walleyes,

muskies or enemy boats?

Sure, you betcha.

I told you that upteen times.

A guy in a rubber-type boat was headed

for the Goodhue place, you know?

Yeah, sure, yeah.

Okay then?

Sure, after how many beers?

I ain't touched a drop of liquor

since I quit singing with ABBA.

Was that the night of

the Hibbing Goodhue murder?

- You seem awful interested in this case.

- No.

- Do you know something

about the Goodhue killing?

- No.

- Do you have any real stories

to tell us?

- No.

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