Karats and the River Styx: a murder mystery

SO I’m ON THE INTERSTATE.  Look behind me.  There’s this Lil Orange Corvette following me. WHAT?  HOW CAN THAT B?  Where did this car NOT PLAINS STATE PLATES come from? N why this sweet lil orange corvette staying behind me so tight? I drop to 55. Speed limit 75.  Gorgeous lil orange corvette with a black stripe slows n stays w me.  These kinda cars floor it middle of nowhere, hes going 55? Dam why it not passing me?  Now what do I do?  Go home or lark n loop back later.  Can’t be good? Can it?

Keep going on the muddy one-lane road.  The one I got stuck on 2weeks ago aft BOBO goaded me into going back roads, but dam, who knew it connected?  I could keep going on that one.  They’re looking for me west.  Then it hit me, 3 Xs teamed up, how easy it would be to fake west, head east, grab the boat tied out back behind the Casino, float far enuf down the River Styx, Crank up the engines n slip away during the Concert. 

Everyone on the floor thinks you’re in the concert.  The concert is be dark.  NO one sees you slipping away.  GRAB that boat n off you go.  Brilliant. Except if your partner takes this op to well, push u over aft knocking ur head or tying arms. Or carry you down river so far noone ever finds you. 

Come Sail Away Comes on Again, n lil Red Corvette.. 

MEANWHILE 3 combines come into my fields, I’m looking at them.  One lil push n my camper falls into this creek.  DISAPPEARS wo a TRACE.  Who’d notice I’m gone? I just told the cops I’m leaving soon but b back in the spring. All the troubles I had w trespassers? I wanted a paper trail leading straight to whom I thought the main culprit.  My thieving brother n sister n offspring, formerly.