Knees for Benjamin

    It was up to her to investigate how the accident had really happened. Morgan Benigglio was the tri-state area's top investigator for lawn mower related incidents, and this case had stumped all the other investigators in her region. Even Stanley "Do the Lawnmower" Franklin couldn't figure out how the man's knees had been severed free from his legs while remaining unharmed otherwise.

    Morgan left her home at nine o'clock sharp, as usual, and hailed a taxi. On the way to the hospital she reviewed her notes, remembering what Stanley said to her the afternoon before. "Something about this doesn't add up, Morgan, but I can't put a finger on it. The victim's knees were severed straight from both the femur and tibia, and while I can't figure out how it was done, one thing I do know is he won't be doing the hokey pokey for a long time." Morgan absently nodded in agreement.

    When the taxi pulled up to the hospital, Morgan paid her fare then went to find the victim in the dismemberment unit. She found Benjamin awake and in good spirits, waiting for his knee-reattachment surgery. "Hi detective Benniglio! I never had the chance to thank you or your team for getting me and my knees to the hospital in time. The surgeon said if it had been even a couple hours later my knees wouldn't have been able to be reattached."
    "It's not a problem Benjamin, I'm glad to see you're doing well. . . all things considered."  Morgan replied.
    Benjamin smiled, and Morgan continued. "Before the operation, I was hoping you could answer some questions for me."
    "Of course, anything to help close this case." Benjamin replied.
    "You said you were walking your dog, and you suddenly heard a lound noise reapidly approaching from behind. Did you catch a glimpse of the person driving the lawnmower?"
    "I'm sorry ma'am, I heard the noise and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, kneeless.  Everything went black, except. . ."
    Morgan perked up.  "Except what?"
    "Well, I do remember seeing a bright pink hawaiian shirt with white flowers on it.  I remember thinking right before I blacked out 'now that's ostentatious', but it wasn't too much of a concern seeing as how I had lost my knees."
    "Loud Larry. Of course." Morgan whispered.
    "Sorry ma'am, who?" Benjamin asked just before the nurse came to wheel him into the operating room.
    "Loud Larry, we've been looking for him for years. Good luck in surgery Benjamin, we'll worry about Loud Larry, you worry about getting your knees back on your legs."
    "Thanks detective Morgan, I can't thank you enough!"
    Morgan nodded, then rushed out the door to find her culprit.