# MuSR / 

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{"choices":"['Tessa', 'Van']","narrative":"In a seedy motel room, Frederick's life was cruelly punctuated with a corkscrew, leaving Detective Winston to unravel the twisted tales of two suspects, Tessa and Van.\n\nWinston's dispatch message included the name \"Tessa\". He remembered her as a skilled bartender at a high-end restaurant, famed for her unique way of handling a corkscrew, especially while opening extravagant wine bottles. Recently, she seemed to have been working outside of normal working hours. She was often seen requesting financial support from Frederick, an affluent regular customer who wouldn't mind doling out his means for attention.\n\nA friend once mentioned to him Frederick’s intention to spill the beans about Tessa's grim reality. It was not every day someone aimed to settle a debt of that size, and the situation intrigued Winston. Using the information he had, he traced that Tessa had checked in the motel a couple of days before Frederick’s demise.\n\nWinston pulled his sedan into the dusty lot of the low-rise motel on the outskirts of town. There he saw Tessa, emerging from a room and handing a key back to the motel manager. The motel staff confirmed that the implicating room was indeed paid for by Tessa, and their logbook showed that she had checked in before Frederick’s death. They also agreed that she had remained on the premises throughout.\n\nThe day Tessa was arrested, she displayed her usual calm demeanor. As the police handcuffed her, a metallic shine of a corkscrew slipped out from her apron pocket, landing on the ground below. This was her personal corkscrew, a tool she always had on hand for her routine work at the restaurant, and one that she was seen using frequently to open wine bottles during her shift.\n\nAs Winston left the motel to return to the precinct, he mused over the victim’s connection with Tessa. Frederick knew about Tessa’s considerable debt, and this was not ordinary behavior between a server and a regular patron. But for now, the facts just laid out the circumstances. His sole contribution to this puzzle would be to compile the facts so they could make sense. The rest — the swift execution of justice — was a matter of time. And Winston knew that time always brought the truth to light.\n\nWinston straightened his tie as he approached the scene of Frederick's murder, squinting under the motel's harsh fluorescent lighting. Frederick, a successful events planner, was stealing lucrative contracts right from Van’s territory. On the other hand, Van also managed to poach a few of Frederick's prime clients. Frederick's competitors saw his success as the rising spark of a problem they had to deal with. Someone like Van, maybe. \n\nVan. The one who was always behind a desk at every event he planned, for some reason avoiding any kind of physical exertion. For instance, at every event, he could be found refusing a spot in the robust, physically-demanding relay races that colleagues customarily participated in. That night was no different, the event was a wine tasting. Van would likely be there, not participating in the traditional grape-stomping competition. There, Van would flaunt his newly-acquired clients; the ones he had usurped from Frederick.\n\nWith this thought in his head, Winston drove over to the event, arriving to the sight of Van pouring wine expediently with a corkscrew for the event attendees instead of joining in on the active games. \n\n\"Van,\" Winston greeted, nodding at him.\n\n\"Detective,\" Van replied, raising an eyebrow. \n\nHe paused as Winston took a seat in front of him, then offered a bottle of red. \"Wine, Detective?\"\n\n\"No, thanks,\" Winston said, \"Don't you usually have an assistant to open wine bottles?\"\n\nVan laughed, shrugging off the observation easily. \"I like doing it. It's therapeutic,\" he said.\n\nThen there was the fresh dressing peeking out from under Van's cuff, the one he offered some vague explanation for, just like every other time Winston had seen him injured. He referred to these as ‘small accidents’.\n\nHe remembered what Van's colleagues had said about him. Always getting injured, never playing in any games, always behind a desk, and there was that thing with Frederick. \n\n\"Frederick,\" Winston started, both men looking somber at the mention of the recent murder. Van averted his gaze, focusing steadfastly on the bottle he was opening.\n\n\"I heard you had a falling out.\"\n\nVan sighed, and for the first time that evening he looked tired. \"Fred and I... we had our differences. He was snatching clients right under my nose. And I wasn't just taking it lying down, I got back at him by snatching some of his clients,” he confessed. \n\n\"Heard you even threatened him once,\" Winston said quietly.\n\n\"That was just business, nothing personal,\" Van replied coldly. \"If you're suggesting--\"\n\nWinston lifted his hands, chuckling lightly. \"I'm not suggesting anything, Van,\" he said carefully.\n\nTurning his attention back to the bottle, Van popped the cork and poured himself a glass. \"Fine. I had my disagreements with Frederick,\" he admitted. \"Yes, we threatened each other over clients. But that's all it was... just threats.\"\n\nWinston left shortly after, leaving Van to his wine and his thoughts. As he walked back to the car, he remembered the coroner's report. Those puncture wounds in Frederick's autopsy. Consistent with a corkscrew... \n\nA steady cold rain fell on Winston's windshield as he drove away, leaving behind the warm lights of the wine tasting event and a man with a lot on his mind.","question":"Who is the most likely murderer?"}

Source: https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/

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