The Unsolved Murder of Jack Renter

By Marshall Mitchell

This story is about Mitch Mitchell young man that was attending college as an investigative lawyer. He found a newspaper clipping one day that involved an older gentle man and his wife. While searching the paper he came across the death of his dear friend Mr. Renter, he use to work for. The young man Mitch Mitchell never found a cause of death. He graduated school, and decided that there was something wrong with the article stating fact in the cause of his friends death, and had a need to investigate the mysterious cause of death, right after his graduation. When he went to the house where everything took place, but he notice a lot of strange thing go on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483644271

Marshall Mitchell

I just want to take this time and reflex on some of the things that I’ve been threw in the past. I can’t say that every choice at I’ve made was the best for me, but if I didn’t good threw the extremely bad thing I wouldn’t have found all the good from within me. Getting locked up was never in my plans just like it wasn’t for most of the people that been around me, plus I can truly say it was for the best because it made me a better person than I use to be. My name is Marshall Leray Mitchell and I hope you enjoy my book, and have a blessed day.

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Copyright © 2013 by Marshall Mitchell.

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Rev. date: 05/20/2013

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To my girlfriend Renae and the Mitchell family for giving me the strength to write this book and all the knowledge they gave me plus time out of their lives to make me what I am today.

I t started when I was in college, just old enough to pass the bar to become a criminal investigative lawyer, and I think one of the best lawyers in the class. I had a steady girlfriend the whole time I attended school. When the day came that I was finally going to pass the final exam for the investigative part of becoming a lawyer, it was a very boring day. Carla and I decided to stay at my dorm for the day after classes. She cooked while I went to the store for the rest of the food. On the way from the store, there was a little old gentleman that was giving away newspapers. I got one and returned to the house.

Baby, here are the groceries. I’m going to sit in the living room while you prepare dinner.

Okay, babe! I’ll be there in a minute after dinner is done.

I sat down on the couch and got comfortable so I could read the paper. I came across an article that said a little story about a man named Jack Renter from Charleston, West Virginia, who passed away. The article said he had left behind his loving wife, Ms. Elma Renter, survived by his sister, her two children, and his brother with his one child. It was a lovely story; it made me think about when I was just a young boy, nine years old, helping old man Renter around the house and running errands for Mrs. Renter. They would see my friends and me playing games in the street. I can still hear Ms. Renter’s voice like it was yesterday.

Mitch, come here.

Or sometimes she would call me by my last name, Mitchell. I wasn’t anything like the rest of the kids in the neighborhood who liked to play games all the time. I liked playing the game that allowed me to be a detective or cause me to solve mysteries, but the thing I liked the most was to help the Renters. Anytime they would have me do something, they would give me money and sometimes buy me things at the store. Mr. Renter loved to work on everything daily. He would ask me did I want to learn how to fix things too. I would always go help just to learn something new.

Come on in here, boy, and let old man teach you how to fix this refrigerator.

Yes, sir, Mr. Renter!

Mitch, can you hand me that wrench right there?

Here you go, Mr. Renter.

He liked the fact that I was always willing to learn and would sometimes ask questions when I didn’t know something. Mr. Renter always gave me a quick response, letting me know what it was I was fiddling with. Then I would study the part or tool like he had a quiz on it for me the next day. Mr. Renter taught me a lot of things: some I’d use when I got older, and others I probably wouldn’t have a use for when I got older. Well, it’s been a long time ago since I’ve seen the happy old couple. I just turned twenty-five years old, and I’ve been in law school for seven years.

The newspaper article I found the other day stated that the cause of death was mysterious. It stated that he had a scared look on his face and internal bleeding, but there was no sign of a struggle or foul play. The coroner had suggested the death was of natural causes. I really must talk to Ms. Renter and ask her some questions pertaining to Mr. Renter’s cause of death.

Carla.

Yeah, baby!

Can you get the phone for me, babe?

Yeah, Mitch, just give me a minute.

All right, babe.

A few seconds passed, and she brought the phone.

Carla, you’re not going to believe this shit.

What’s that, baby?

Remember me telling you about my old friend Jack Renter?

Yeah, baby, why, what’s wrong?

Well, I got a newspaper today and discovered that he died.

How did he die?

Carla, here, read this because to me it doesn’t make sense. I think he was murdered, babe.

You’re right, baby, it doesn’t make any sense to me either.

I’m going to call Ms. Renter right now to see if she can explain more about what happened to him.

Okay, I’m going to fix our plates.

The phone started to ring.

Hello.

Ms. Renter, I wanted to ask you a few questions about what happened to Mr. Renter.

May I ask who’s calling?

I’m truly sorry, Ms. Renter. I’m little Mitch Mitchell from down the street.

Oh, hi, Mitch! How have you been, son?

I’m doing fine. Ms. Renter, did you notice anything strange going on at the house the night your husband passed away?

I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but I did see a trail of blood leading from the front room into the kitchen, where I found him lying in what looked like a pool of his own blood.

Was the locks tampered with, or had the house been broken into?

No, Mitch, the house was locked up tight, and the house was fine on the outside except for the gruesome crime scene on the inside.

I’m very sorry for asking this, Ms. Renter, but can you tell me what took place that day?

"It was almost like it had happened right before I entered the house, but I didn’t hear anything coming from the house. The blood was still fresh when I walked in. I found Mr. Renter that Sunday evening. He had a very distorted look on his face. That’s the way