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Oct-6-2009 15:36

Things don't always go as you would want them to go. I looked at the dead body of 26 year old Carol Fisher. She had been mutilated by someone. Stabbed a total of seven times and then shot once in the head. The local police knew who the killer was. The problem was finding him. They had a name. They had proof. They had physical evidence that linked him to the crime and witness evidence. It was enough evidence to put him a way for life.

I was worned that he is a master of disguises. He can disapper with the blink-of-an-eye.

Detective Thomas McDonald looked at me when I was finished examining the body. "I heard about your reputation around here."

"What about it?" I asked

"If you can catch our killer, Charles Craig, I can promise a handsome reward." he replied.

I thought about it. Money. I needed money real bad. I was behind on rent for both my apartment and my office. Money is good.

"Fine. I'll take it," I said and I left back for my office. I reviewed the background and case file of Mr. Craig. This wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure. I decided to make a phone call to a few friends of mine to see if they would be interested in making some decent money in helping to find a killer who could blend in to even the smaller crowds.

It was dark and there was nothing I could do for the night. I'd have to start in the morning. So I went home for the night to get some sleep. The next morning, went to my office to make a call to a few friends to see if they'd be interested in making a few dollars in helping to find this killer.

Oct-16-2009 12:07

Molly watched Vulkie retrieve the keys to the set of cuffs on the dead man impatiently, tapping her foot primly. Once she was free, she massaged her left wrist and stood.

"I was kidding by the way." she said with a wink at Vulkie. "I would have killed him if he hadn't figured out where I stored my goods, literally."

With that she picked up her gun and held it out as she threw open the door and danced into the hall, her hair flying this way and that as she looked for possiblilities of an exit. She hurried lightly down the hallway and had almost made it to the door when a thug stepped out of the shadows behind a corner and grasped her, a knife slashing down from his upraised hand.

Vulkie, who was just behind her, saw the knife slash across Molly's upraised face and blood spray across the mans front even as Molly raised her gun with a steady hand and shot him through the heart. He fell, and she bent over, one hand held to her face which was shielded by her hair, blood dripping through her fingers.

"We've got to go." she said in a hoarse voice, and began to run towards the exit, fat droplets of blood marking a tidy little trail behind her as they raced towards freedom.

Oct-17-2009 11:05

"Are you alright?" Vulkie asked anxiously as they reached the street.

"Yes, I'm fine, it's just a scratch." Molly said, her lips tight and her hand still firmly over her face. Methodically, she reached into her purse and pulled a handkerchief out, which she pressed down over her wound.

"What you suppose we should do?" She asked when she had finished her ministrations. "It seems every possible lead we get on Charles Craig goes nowhere, or leads to someone who invariably dies before we can get anything out of them. I'm quite at my wit's end."

They got in Vulkie's car and drove back to the hospital, intending to see Marc, but the minute the hospital aides saw Molly's blood-splattered dress and the now-crimson handkerchief she was holding to her head, they insisted on whisking her away to be patched together.

"Tell Marc and the others everything that has happened!" she called. "All of you think up the next plan of action, I'll try to get out of here as soon as I can!"

And she was hurried around the corner and out of Vulkie's sight.

Oct-17-2009 14:11

"Looks like he's waking up." That was the first thing Murray Lucconi heard. Slowly the room came back into focus. He looked up at the pure white ceiling above him, the sounds of chatter were all around, he tried to pull himself up, but found that his right arm was immobile. He glanced over and found that he was handcuffed to the bed. An older man stood over him with a smug grin on his face, "Welcome back Murray. Looks like things didn't go according to plan did they?"

"Who are you?" Murrary asked, "Am I under arrest?"

The man laughed, "My name is Heimlich VonVictor, and you're in the hospital. You tried killing Dorothy Donnelly and stealing her jewels. Ring any bells?"

"What? Where's Robbie?" Murray asked nervously. Robbie had planned the whole thing. It was supposed to be the easiest thing in the world; kill the old woman, take the jewelry, no one would ever care. They didn't count on her son being there. Her son, off duty Officer Robert Donnelly. He had been shot! That was right! They barely got into the house!

VonVictor let out another laugh, "He's dead you piece of garbage! He died upstairs about an hour ago." Heimlich then brought his face close to Murray's, "But you know what he did before he died? He said this was all your idea. That's a dying declaration Luccioni, you're going away for a long time."

"No!" he shouted, "Please! I was just a pawn! Just a hired hand, you gotta believe me Mr. VonVictor! Robbie planned it all!"

Heimlich shook his head, "He was dying! Why would Robert Post blame you if he knew he was dying?"

Luccioni's face wrinkled, "Post? Robbie's last name was Spencer. Detective are you sure you had the right guy?"

"He was shot in the same house as you wasn't he?" Heimlich shouted, "Scumbags always give a fake name!" He pulled out a piece of paper, "Here! Write down what happened in your own words, and maybe, just maybe, I'll pass it along to the prosecutor with my recommendation of mercy!"

Oct-17-2009 14:22

"But Detective," he responded, "my right hand is cuffed! I can't write!"

Heimlich sighed, cuffed his left hand to the bed, and uncuffed his right, "Write!" he ordered, thrusting a pen into his hand. Murray scribbled furiously at the paper and minutes later handed it back to Heimlich.

"I'll see what I can do." Heimlich said coldly as he walked away. He hurried down the corridor to the nurses' station and motioned to the one that he needed to use the phone. She nodded and he picked it up.

"Hello operator? Please give me the New York City Police Department." he said into the receiver. A minute later he heard the familiar voice on the other end, "Captain Steele please... Captain, this is Heimlich VonVictor. You can go ahead and release Luke Davis and Robert Post, I just got a signed confession out of the accomplice, looks like Robert Spencer is the guy. Yeah, and turns out the accomplice is right handed. Those plans you found, they were written by a left handed person. I'll bet you anything it's Spencer... You're very welcome! Happy to be of service."

It was too easy, one suspect shot, the other fled. Unfortunately when they got there, three men in the area matched the vague description by Officer Donnelly. Fortunately, the accomplice had played right into his hand.

He walked over to the head nurse, "Margot, I'm heading out. I need to sign out of the visitor's log. It should be under Luccioni, M."

Margot scanned the book, "Did you say Lacrimosa, M.? You're not signed in under him."

"No," Heimlich responded, "Lucci... what? Did you say Lacrimosa, M.?"

Margot nodded, "Yes, but please don't say anything! I'm not supposed to tell anyone who's in the book!"

"No, no, it's quite alright," he responded, "do me a favor and sign me in under Lacrimosa, M." Margot nodded and began to write his name in the log. Heimlich's heart was pounding.

"Room 245," Margot directed him, "go ahead up." Heimlich nodded and took off down the hallway.

Oct-17-2009 14:42

"Oh dear..." the nurse clucked her tongue as she examined the damage. "Well, this is going to scar...badly. Its a shame with your pretty face. What on earth were you doing?"

Molly gave her an aggravated look with the eye that was not swollen shut. "Oh, you know. Collecting alibis, dealing with notorious crime syndicates, getting knifed by thugs. All in a days work."

The nurse raised her eyebrows at Molly's rudeness.

"Well, it's too bad I can't numb this for you." she said cheerfully and wielding the needle she had just threaded, she proceeded to jab it into Molly's flesh.

"You $%&#(&%@)$*@)%&%^@^&@)*@)%&#%!" Molly shrieked, a colorful curse that echoed down the hallway quite clearly into M. Lacrimosa's room and those beyond. Balling her fist, she punched the nurse square in the jaw. She proceeded to fall to the floor, out cold.

"I...hate... NEEDLES!" Molly shrieked, charging out of the room at a dead run. She almost made it to the stairs but was rather unceremoniously hauled back into the recesses of the hospital by a rather burly doctor and a gang of alarmed nurses. They proceeded to pull her back into an empty room as she bit and kicked like a wildcat.

"I WILL SHOOT YOU ALL FOR THIS!" echoed down the hall before the door clicked shut and a vaguely ominous silence settled over the wing once again.

Oct-17-2009 19:49

I lay in my bed, alone in my room. I was wating for Vulkie, or Charlie, or someone from the crew to come see me with what information they had. I hated being unable to move around. I knew I was going to have a hard time after I got out. But thankfully, the bullet hit no vital organs.

Downt the hall, I could hear some body screaming and swearing at the doctors and nurses. It was a woman and it made me laugh inside. I was starting to doze off when my door slammed open and in rushed an older man.

"Marc! Oh my.........what happend to you?"

I looked at the older man and then I realized who it was; Mr. Heimlich VonVictor. A friend whom I had not seen since I helped catch Mr. and Mrs. Louson.

"Heimlich. Boy am I glad to see you?" I said with a chuckle.
"What happend?!" He said.
"I got shot-"
"By who?!"
"Couple of gangsters. With out Vulkie, I-"
"Vulkie? She's here?"
"Well, not exactly. She and another detective, Charlie Cain, went to go get some information on a case that we're working on."

Heimlich sat down in the chair and asked "Care to explain?"

I told him everything. About the murder of a woman, evidence pointing to Charles Craig, how he can blend into a crowd, the murder of his sister and mother, and my newest bit; his appartment here in the lower east side of Manhattan. I told him about my luck with Charles hiding in a crowd and me pulling the wrong guy down. Then Vulkie and Charlie Cain came up and I got shot.

"Where did the bullets hit? Are you going to be okay?" He said.
"I'll be fine. The first bullet hit me in the back, above the shoulder missing my spinal column and left lung by just a few short millimeters." I said
"You, my friend, are a lucky man." Heimlich responded.

I nodded. "I get out tomorrow morning ," I said.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes. I yelled at the doc and told him to release me now or I'm walking out tonight." I said.
Heimlich chuckled. "Boy, oh boy. Any idea when Vulkie and Charlie will be back?"
"Not a clue."

Oct-17-2009 20:07

"There, all done. I bet you feel embarassed, all that fuss for nothing!" a new nurse said, checking the sutures she had put on Molly's eye. Two male nurses hovered nearby, as if afraid Molly might clock the lady at any second.

"No, I don't feel embarassed at all." Molly muttered darkly, standing up slowly. "You lot should feel embarassed about hiring a witch like that in the first place."

The nurse simply patted Molly's shoulder absentmindedly. "Would you like a...er...eyepatch?" she asked kindly. Molly shook her head but wandered over to the mirror to assess the damage.

An angry red slash extended from just above her eyebrow down under her eye and curving a little in the general vicinity of her nose. Stiff black sutures held it together.

"Hey there, Pretty...ugly." she murmured to herself with a cynical grin. "Well, at least the swellings gone down."

"Are you SURE you dont want an eyepatch?" the nurse asked.

"Nope, two eyes are better than one in my line of work." she said, then picked up her belongings and clipped along towards M. Lacrimosa's room.

"If you comment on it I will shoot your helpless little self dead where you lay." Molly said matter-of-factly as she entered his room. "Oh, Vulkie and Charlie aren't here? And who is this?"

She raised her eyebrows at the man standing near Lacrimosa's bed, and then hissed as the movement pulled at her stitches.

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Oct-18-2009 11:34

Charlie pulled out his pocket watch. "Its 9:15 p.m" he said

"I'm getting out tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." I replied.

The next morning, everyone was back in my hospital room including Nellie and Heimlich.

The doctor had given and antibiotic to reduce the chance of infection, and pain medication to take when needed.

"I need to get a ride, either back to Luigi's bar, or home so I can change out of these bullet ridden clothes, and then to Luigi's so I can get my car." I said after I checked out.
Vulkie stepped up. "I'll talke you home. Molly will come with us. We'll make sure that she doesn't try to hurt her self again. Okay?
"Okay," I said. "Charlie? I want you and Nellie to search his appartment. We'll meet back at the Tricky Mister back in Sleuthville tonight at 10:00." I said.

"Where can I come into help?" Heimlich asked.
"Go with Charlie and Nellie." I said, "It will be two three people teams. Me, Vulkie and Molly will come back here after I get cleaned up and changed. I want you, Chalie, and Nellie to do some investigating in the northern area of this side of Manhattan. Meet back at the Tricky Mister bar. It's safer there than here."

Everyone split up. We got to my small apartment so I can change into new clothes. I came out of my room wearing my charcol gray double breasted suit. It was one of my favorite suits. I had my fedora on and cocked to a slant above my right eye. Vulkie and Molly laughed at me. It seemed as though Molly felt better than she did the previous day. That was good.

"Ready to go back and do some investigating?" I asked with a smile. We left to go back. The first stop was to go to Luigi's so I could get my car back. Hopefully after that, we could get a good lead to find Mr. Craig.