The phone rang as we were sitting down to dinner. I
answered it and was greeted with, "Is this William
Wagenhoss?"

This didn't sound anything like my name, so I asked,
"Who is calling?"
The telemarketer said he was with The
Rubberband-Powered Freezer Company or something like
that. I asked him if he knew William personally and
why was he was calling this number. I then said, off
to the side, "Get really good pictures of the body and
all the blood."

I turned back to the phone and advised the caller that
he had called a murder scene and must stay on the line
because we had already traced this call and he would
be receiving a summons to appear at the local
courthouse to testify in this murder case.

I questioned the caller at great length as to his
name, address, phone number at home, at work, who he
worked for, how he knew the dead guy and could he
prove where he had been about one hour before he made
this call. The telemarketer was getting very
concerned and his answers were given in a shaky voice.

I proceeded to tell him we had located his position at
his work place and the police were entering the
building to take him into custody.
At this point, I heard the phone fall and the
scurrying of his running away.

My wife asked me as I returned to our table, why I had
tears streaming down my face and so help me, I
couldn't tell her for about fifteen minutes. My food
was cold, but oh-so-very enjoyable.