Three Sentence Mystery

I started a mystery novel once, wrote about six chapters, and then never did anything with it. My cousin Rebecca Huehls spent Christmas Eve writing three sentence mysteries, so I thought I’d do that with my old novel. Here it is:

Dr. Juliet Tierney sat in the all college fall faculty meeting and wondered which of her colleagues in the great hall was capable of murder. Eight days ago, her closest friend among the faculty, Dr. Alfred Butler, came to her office to discuss what he should do about some evidence that had come into his hands, evidence that implicated a colleague in falsifying data in order to obtain grant money that was subsequently embezzled, and then just two days later he was found dead in his backyard swimming pool, a drowning that Julie was absolutely convinced was NOT “accidental,” as termed by the police. After the long meeting, Julie rushed to her office, gathered up all the photos she could find of likely suspects among the faculty, and drove to Alf’s house to show them to his neighbors, none of whom recognized any of the people in the photos, except for the elderly woman next door, who said, “I never saw any of these people, but I saw this fellow back here a few times,” putting her finger firmly on the dean.