Murder On The Nickel Plate

DAY 17 & Poem:

Ralph ran from the Indiana state police in late December 1935, he was not caught, but instead his car was hit by a train killing him instantly, his body was badly damaged and mangled. Ralph had been suspected of killing a local farmer named George. The man had disappeared without a trace. There had been no blood or signs of a struggle at the scene. The sheriff had suspected that Ralph and his gang had something to do with it. They were known bootleggers and smugglers. The sheriff had sent out several search parties in hopes of catching Ralph before the Indiana state police.

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“You thought you could run, feel the wind in your hair

But soon you will find, there's only one place to go

Your crimes will come back, the police will know

They will come with open cuffs, you won't go free anymore

Your conscience will be there, silently showing the way

Your wrongdoing can't be hidden, there's no place to stay

Your day has come and you must answer for your deeds

You can't escape the police, their sirens are all heard, their lights pierce the night

You thought that you could hide from your shadow

But these chains are now here, around your wrists so tight

Your mind will be filled with regret and dismay

The road ends here, and your feet have to stop in place

You can't run away from your sins now

Your fate awaits and your crimes must fall upon you

You can't hide the truth and continue running away

Only justice will be served, in handcuffs you must stay.”