Ody is a nice guy, reminds me of Droopy the cartoon character for some reason.
See I disagree. Been playing with him for awhile now so I think I can paint a pretty good picture.
Imagine moving to a small town, the kind without a stoplight or a Dairy Queen. There is a small dive bar on the edge of town that locals frequent. Every time you go in for a drink you see an ancient-looking man sitting alone at a table seated for one. He sports a salt and pepper beard that a wizerd would be proud of as well as equally worn leather hat and trench coat. He never speaks, only reading out of a small book that looks to be as old as he is. He never speaks, no one speaks to him. The bartender keeps his beer full and someone always silently picks up his tab. After several weeks of this you start quietly ask around about the old man. From a number of hushed sources you learn that no one really Odysseus, an odd name fits an odd fellow, and the tragedy that is his life.
Three decades ago he and his beautiful wife Lauren moved into town following the oil rush. Within a year they had their first and only child, Virginia. Just hours after Virginia can into this world, Lauren was ripped from it due to complications from childbirth. With the task of raising little Virginia resting on solely on his shoulders, Odysseus devoted every ounce of his being into raising his only child.
Fast forward 5 years, little Virginia looking more like her mother every day, is standing with her father, waiting on the bus for her first day of school. Just as the bus arrives he snaps a picture for the scrapbook of her first day of school. Hours later he receives a call from the sheriff, a man had forced his way into the school and kidnapped his daughter and he needed a recent picture to give to the officers searching for her. Odysseus quickly had the picture, taken just hours earlier, developed and in the hands of the police and local news team. News stories were run, flyers made, and leads were run down. Eventually the FBI tracked then down to a vacated farmhouse, but were too late to save little Virginia's life.
The trial was short, too short apparently as the murderer was freed off a court technicality that the murderer's big city lawyer pulled from his ass.
A month after the killer walked free, his body was found in the burned out remains of the farmhouse. 8 .44 magnum holes in his chest and 2 in the face were discovered in the autopsy. The coroner, who happened to be the sheriffs brother, ruled the death a suicide as any evidence to the contrary mysteriously vanished.
The next time you head to the bar you notice bulge on his hip that suspiciously looks like the outline of a large frame revolver, and the framed picture of a little girl hanging just above his head as he slowly flips through his little book. You slip the bartender $20 and in hushed tones say "Ody's drinks are on me tonight"
