The phone rang as we were sitting down to dinner. I answered it and was greeted with, “Is this William Wagenhoss?”
This didn’t sound anything like my name, so I asked, “Who’s calling?”
The telemarketer said he was with The Rubberband-Powered Freezer Company or something like that. I asked him if he knew William personally and why he was calling this number.
I then said, off to the side, “Get really good pictures of the body and all the blood.”
I turned back to the phone and advised the caller that he had entered a murder scene and was required to stay on the line because we had already traced his call, and he would be receiving a summons to appear at the local courthouse to testify in this murder case.
I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew the dead guy, and could he prove where he had been about one hour before he made this call. The telemarketer was getting very concerned and he gave his answers in a very shaky voice.
I proceeded to tell him we had located his position at his workplace and that the police were en route to the building to take him into custody. At this point, I heard the phone fall and the unmistakable sounds of him scurrying away.
My wife asked me, as I returned to our table, why I had tears streaming down my face. So help me, I couldn’t tell her for about fifteen minutes. My food was cold, but oh-so-very enjoyable.
Here’s a video of a similar telemarketing call featuring Tom Mabe.