(I chose the form of a police investigation. Not sure if that is really how they do things.)





The Higgs Investigation

In the morning of December 12th, 2003, a masked gunman entered Seventh Southwest Bank in Tuscon, Minnesota, killing two bank employees before escaping the scene. As the initial investigation by the Tuscon Police Department failed to result in any arrests, the Majorly County Sheriff appointed me to review the TPD’s findings. While extensive media attention has been paid to this case due to Mr. Higgs involvement in local politics, I have done my best to ensure that public speculation played no role in my conclusions, however limited they may be.



PEOPLE

HENRY HIGGS. DECEASED, Age 48- Wealthy philanthropist, owner and manager of the Seventh Southwest Bank, killed during the shooting.

KAYLIE WINTERS, DECEASED, Age 27- Bank Teller, killed during the shooting.

JULIE MINT, Age 22- Bank Teller, witness.

MARIA KINGSLEY, Age 19- Bank Teller, witness.

PAULINE SMITHERS, Age 21- Bank Teller, witness.

JOACHIM MICHILIN, Age 72- Customer, witness.

HELEN MICHILIN, Age 59- Customer, witness.

TANIA RODRIGUEZ, Age Unknown- Customer, witness. Refused to cooperate with police. Currently detained at an undisclosed location.

MASKED GUNMAN, Age Unknown. White male, 6’2”, medium build.



TIMELINE

The following has been compiled from the video cameras inside the bank, and corroborated by the testimony of the survivors. Customers not present during the incident have omitted from this transcript. For a complete list of customers, see Appendix A.

9:00AM- Seventh Southwest Bank opens for business. Kaylie Winters, Maria Kingsley, Julie Mint, and Pauline Smithers are the opening shift, with Miss Winters as shift manager.

9:13AM- Henry Higgs enters the bank and enters his office.

9:20AM- Kaylie Winters enters Higgs’ office and closes the door behind her.

9:41AM- Kaylie Winters exits Higgs’ office and returns to her window.

10:03AM- Tania Rodriguez enters the bank, approaches the windows, and begins arguing with Julie Mint at window #3.

10:10AM- The Michilins enter the bank and are greeted by Kaylie Winters. She leads them to a cubicle and begins discussing a business loan, which the Michilin’s stated had been talked about at a previous meeting.

10:23AM~10:28AM- A 6’1” white male in a ski mask enters the bank, raises his gun into the air, and says “Raise your hands and get against the wall.” All present in the main room comply, with none having triggered the silent alarm, against bank protocol. He heads straight for the cubicle and fires two bullets into it at point blank range, killing Kaylie Winters instantly. The elderly couple remains unharmed. Henry Higgs exits his office to check the commotion. The gunman turns and shoots, landing three bullets in the manager’s torso. He slumps to the floor. The gunman heads behind the counter and asks Maria Kingsley to open her register. She quickly complies, and the gunman pockets the little cash in the register. He leaves.

10:30AM- Convinced that the gunman is gone, Pauline Smithers activates the silent alarm. The elderly couple rushes to the aid of Henry Higgs, who is still breathing, as the other bank tellers watch in silence.

10:37AM- Tania Rodriquez attempts to flee the scene, but is detained as the police and ambulances arrive.

11:32AM- Henry Higgs is pronounced dead on arrival at Sweet Mercy Hospital in Julington.

EVIDENCE

Officers obtained very little physical evidence from the scene, due to the assailant’s brief presence in the bank and his use of what appear to be leather gloves. Listed below are those believed to be related to the shooter.

1) Shoeprint, size 12. (See Figure 1). For detailed information about shoe markings and recent sales of that type, see Appendix B.

2) Five 23 caliber bullets, obtained from the deceased. Chamber markings do not match any previous records. See item A.

3) 1997 Ford Tempo, abandoned three miles from the bank at a 8-Twelve parking lot. Reported stolen at seven o’clock that morning by William Burg, a retired police officer. Traffic cameras collected from the area surrounding the bank reveal that this is the car the assailant used to reach and escape from the scene of the crime.

4) Hair, collected from inside the Tempo. Preliminary DNA testing brings up no matches.

To date, there have been no productive leads. All potential suspects have been cleared on strong alibis, and little of merit was gleaned from witnesses during questioning. However, Immigration Services has sent us a nice thank you letter for our unintended assistance. See Appendix C for transcripts of questioning and interrogations.

CONCLUSION

The only conclusion that can be made about the events of December 12th is that it was a robbery gone awry or just ill-planned to begin with. While the style of the shootings themselves would suggest a focused hit, the choice of targets and style of Mr. Higgs’ shooting, as well as the otherwise inexplicable theft of seven-hundred dollar, leaves no real explanation except that off a poorly-executed bank robbery.

Regardless of the motive, the shooter is wanted on two charges of second degree murder, one count of armed robbery, one count of grand theft auto, and one count of improper lane usage. The State Police have pledged assistance in our efforts.


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Jacob Kingsley sits behind the driver’s wheel of the stolen car, contemplating his next move, pondering whether to do it in secret or openly. He wants the world to know what those monsters did to his sister, but knowing that his sister still needs him, he hesitates. Protecting his little sister is all that matters to him. She has nobody else.

His thoughts turn to the police, causing him to slip into a trance as memories of his father return in a flood, and of his mother’s death. Years ago, the police did nothing but arrest the wrong man, just like Jacob is convinced they would again today. Jacob knows who raped his sister, who helped- who deserves to die. But telling the police would be useless, he convinces himself, and his thoughts return to bloody revenge.

His plan is set; do it exactly as planned, quick and anonymously. Vengeance is more important than humiliation, and obtaining it is moot if he can’t stick around to take care of his sister.

He checks the clock on the radio. 10:20AM. His phone vibrates and he reads the text message. It’s from his sister.

“Wut time u wanna meet 4 lunch”, it reads, the signal they agreed upon. Everything is in place. He adjusts the rearview mirror with his gloved hand and makes sure that his ski-mask is in place, covering all but the bare minimum of skin, and gets out of the car, his gun inside his coat pocket. His shoes crunch in the unplowed snow as he makes his way to the bank. He knows where the security cameras are, but they are not his concern; his identity is as hidden as it will ever be.

He enters the bank takes a moment to survey the situation. Nobody jumps at the sight of his ski mask in the December cold, but when he raises the gun, a teller screams.

“Put your hands in the air and back against the wall,” he yells, in a false deep voice. Everyone complies, and he turns towards his little sister, who backs away from the register and makes eye contact with the gunman. Her eyes shift to his right, signaling the location of his first target. He walks over to the cubicle, turns to face the opening, and sees the woman and the couple backed against the wall in their chairs, completely terror stricken.

He recognizes her immediately as the first target. He raises the gun and pulls the trigger twice, the first glancing her cheek, the second landing dead center on her face. She slumps down in her chair. The old woman next to her screams, and her husband reaches out to cover her mouth.

For a brief moment, Jacob Kingsley pauses to consider the gravity of what he has done. Her punishment far exceeded her crime, and he begins to feel a slight bit of remorse, before a voice bellows from behind him.

“What is going on out here?”

The voice betrays the location of Jacob’s next target. In a single motion, he pivots, aims, and shoots once, planting a bullet right in the gut of Henry Higgs.

“Gyaah!” escapes the rapist’s lips as he staggers against the window of his office. He slumps to the floor, clenching his stomach, vainly attempting to dam the river of blood.

Jacob knows that the man will die from his wounds, but Jacob shoots at him again, landing one in his shoulder, and another into his gut. Unlike the woman, Jacob knows that Higgs deserved the gruesome end. Jacob turns away from the crowd of scared onlookers and smiles, then mutes his grin and heads behind the counter.

“You.” He points the gun at his sister. “Open the register.” He doesn’t know if his sister’s panicked look is real or fake, but she does as she is told, quickly and flawlessly. The register slides open. Jacob reaches in, grabs the stacks of cash and shoves them in his pocket, not looking or caring how much is there. All that matters is the ruse.

His work done, Jacob Kingsley exits the bank and gets in the stolen car. Within minutes, he has merged with the rest of traffic, and slowly drives to a place where he can safely ditch his car. He knows that his plain might fail, that he might get caught, but he has accepted that possibility already.

All he can do now is flee, slowly and stealthily, and pray that the investigation leads nowhere. His sister needs him, after all. She has nobody else.



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The Higgs Investigation

In the morning of December 12th, 2003, a masked gunman entered Seventh Southwest Bank in Tuscon, Minnesota, killing two bank employees before escaping the scene. As the initial investigation by the Tuscon Police Department failed to result in any arrests, the Majorly County Sheriff appointed me to review the TPD’s findings. While extensive media attention has been paid to this case due to Mr. Higgs involvement in local politics, I have done my best to ensure that public speculation played no role in my conclusions, however limited they may be.



PEOPLE

HENRY HIGGS. DECEASED, Age 48- Wealthy philanthropist, owner and manager of the Seventh Southwest Bank, killed during the shooting.

KAYLIE WINTERS, DECEASED, Age 27- Bank Teller, killed during the shooting.

JULIE MINT, Age 22- Bank Teller, witness.

MARIA KINGSLEY, Age 19- Bank Teller, witness.

PAULINE SMITHERS, Age 21- Bank Teller, witness.

JOACHIM MICHILIN, Age 72- Customer, witness.

HELEN MICHILIN, Age 59- Customer, witness.

TANIA RODRIGUEZ, Age Unknown- Customer, witness. Refused to cooperate with police. Currently detained at an undisclosed location.

MASKED GUNMAN, Age Unknown. White male, 6’2”, medium build.



TIMELINE

The following has been compiled from the video cameras inside the bank, and corroborated by the testimony of the survivors. Customers not present during the incident have omitted from this transcript. For a complete list of customers, see Appendix A.

9:00AM- Seventh Southwest Bank opens for business. Kaylie Winters, Maria Kingsley, Julie Mint, and Pauline Smithers are the opening shift, with Miss Winters as shift manager.

9:13AM- Henry Higgs enters the bank and enters his office.

9:20AM- Kaylie Winters enters Higgs’ office and closes the door behind her.

9:41AM- Kaylie Winters exits Higgs’ office and returns to her window.

10:03AM- Tania Rodriguez enters the bank, approaches the windows, and begins arguing with Julie Mint at window #3.

10:10AM- The Michilins enter the bank and are greeted by Kaylie Winters. She leads them to a cubicle and begins discussing a business loan, which the Michilin’s stated had been talked about at a previous meeting.

10:23AM~10:28AM- A 6’1” white male in a ski mask enters the bank, raises his gun into the air, and says “Raise your hands and get against the wall.” All present in the main room comply, with none having triggered the silent alarm, against bank protocol. He heads straight for the cubicle and fires two bullets into it at point blank range, killing Kaylie Winters instantly. The elderly couple remains unharmed. Henry Higgs exits his office to check the commotion. The gunman turns and shoots, landing three bullets in the manager’s torso. He slumps to the floor. The gunman heads behind the counter and asks Maria Kingsley to open her register. She quickly complies, and the gunman pockets the little cash in the register. He leaves.

10:30AM- Convinced that the gunman is gone, Pauline Smithers activates the silent alarm. The elderly couple rushes to the aid of Henry Higgs, who is still breathing, as the other bank tellers watch in silence.

10:37AM- Tania Rodriquez attempts to flee the scene, but is detained as the police and ambulances arrive.

11:32AM- Henry Higgs is pronounced dead on arrival at Sweet Mercy Hospital in Julington.

EVIDENCE

Officers obtained very little physical evidence from the scene, due to the assailant’s brief presence in the bank and his use of what appear to be leather gloves. Listed below are those believed to be related to the shooter.

1) Shoeprint, size 12. (See Figure 1). For detailed information about shoe markings and recent sales of that type, see Appendix B.

2) Five 23 caliber bullets, obtained from the deceased. Chamber markings do not match any previous records. See item A.

3) 1997 Ford Tempo, abandoned three miles from the bank at a 8-Twelve parking lot. Reported stolen at seven o’clock that morning by William Burg, a retired police officer. Traffic cameras collected from the area surrounding the bank reveal that this is the car the assailant used to reach and escape from the scene of the crime.

4) Hair, collected from inside the Tempo. Preliminary DNA testing brings up no matches.

To date, there have been no productive leads. All potential suspects have been cleared on strong alibis, and little of merit was gleaned from witnesses during questioning. However, Immigration Services has sent us a nice thank you letter for our unintended assistance. See Appendix C for transcripts of questioning and interrogations.

CONCLUSION

The only conclusion that can be made about the events of December 12th is that it was a robbery gone awry or just ill-planned to begin with. While the style of the shootings themselves would suggest a focused hit, the choice of targets and style of Mr. Higgs’ shooting, as well as the otherwise inexplicable theft of seven-hundred dollar, leaves no real explanation except that off a poorly-executed bank robbery.

Regardless of the motive, the shooter is wanted on two charges of second degree murder, one count of armed robbery, one count of grand theft auto, and one count of improper lane usage. The State Police have pledged assistance in our efforts.