Category: Interactive Story

Allen is the youngest sibling of his family. We’ve been in the same ward for years, but haven’t gotten all too close. From afar, his entire family seemed like a very nice group of people. It is difficult to see a fellow member of the church in such a dire situation. If he is guilty…

I’ve arrived at the station, images of the crime scene are still flashing through my mind. The man that was on scene, the first identifiable suspect, is already prepared for the investigation. I hear Bill Taba debriefing some of the main facts with a fellow officer. A fresh coffee in hand, he questions the other…

In the Mormon church, calling fellow members by the name brother (for men) or sister (for women) is very common. For instance, they would say “Hello Brother / Sister Black” when greeting someone with that last name. It is not only a term of endearment, but also reflects their beliefs, and the close relationship that…

Bill and I are outside, discussing the crime scene further. We write down pertinent information such as the location, time, date (July 24th 1984), etc. Meanwhile, all that I can think of are the family photos hanging in the hallway, and baby’s toys in the living room. We approach another officer on scene, he is…

We walk into the bathroom, my palms still covered in sweat. It seems that the bathroom has been at large untouched. There are a stack of diapers on the counter next to some wipes at their diaper changing station. A bottle of open perfume rests beside a hairbrush near the sink. Everything seems orderly, the…

I walk beside Bill Taba as we both witness the aftermath of the atrocity that occurred at this little bassinet. A young toddler, a little girl, lies motionless beside her bloodstained blanket. I appears that both the mother and daughter were murdered in strikingly similar ways. Though the mother presents more signs of resistance, their…

I can’t possibly see what has happened to that child, “Bill, do you mind if I take some air?”, I say with a crackly weariness in my voice. He looks at me with a regard of understanding, “Of course Jeb, I’ll take it from here”.  I turn around, walk down the hallway, and out the front door.…

Bill and I met not too long ago, right when he began working at the police station Jan 1984. He moved to Salt Lake from Las Vegas, and is more rough around the edges than the typical cop here. It seems that he has dealt with a lot out there. He is also kind of…

I arrived on scene, a little duplex in Ogden, east of Salt Lake. Emergency vehicles are already on scene, crowding the small streets. It is dark outside, and the lights reflect off the windows as I approach the house. The front door is unlocked and cracked open. My partner Bill and I walk in to…

Welcome to the story that you’ll have to solve. You are the main protagonist living in Salt Lake, a city founded in 1848 by early Mormon / LDS (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) pioneer settlers. They were led by Brigham Young (a religious leader), seeking a better life and an escape from…