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by Breit Katherine Pfeiffer Adams
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Police investigators believe they have discovered the whereabouts of missing detective, Barry Grant. Grant was reported missing three days about by a friend of his, Rebecca Franks. "I was supposed to meet him at Big Lucy's that night but he never showed."
Grant, Global Sleuth Syndicate Ambassador from Shanghai, had been working at the Blue Pagoda Agency on a Good Will mission at the time of his disappearance. "He was becoming a much relied upon detective." Lady jasNmushu, a Director at Blue Pagoda Agency, said of the missing detective.
Police have reason to believe that Grant was abducted by operatives from HYDRA while on his way to Big Lucy's. "I was meeting him at the corner of Eleventh Avenue and 42nd Street that night." recounted a teary-eyed divorcee Mrs. Franks. "He never showed."
Chief Inspector James Mulligan was able to determine the last place Grant was seen. "Cyrus Tibby recalls serving Mr. Grant a Tom Collins around 7 pm that night. After that, Mr. Grant left the premises and that was the last anyone had seen of him."
This reporter secured an interview with the elusive Larry the Toe. "I don't know anything about that." was his response to all my questions.
There was a break in the investigation when a shady character finally stepped forward to reveal he saw a tall man with a hat being forced into a car. This shady character, who prefers to remain anonymous, was unable to make out the license plate number but he recognized the car and the man doing the abducting. "I've seen that happen before. Same guy. Same car."
Policed will not disclose any more details for fear it could put Mr. Grant's life in jeopardy. Chief Inspector Mulligan's final word: "We don't want to lose any more detectives to that fiendish group."
Barry stared at him, puzzled. "I don't understand."
Dave spoke as he inspected the cast on Barry's arm. "We've been gradually reducing your morphine drip over the last couple days, but you'll probably still need some less powerful painkillers for a little while. So until your ribs and arm are healed, I thought we’d put you up in a room over at the Broadway Plaza Hotel, where we’ve got your sister and her family, and Miss X, while you’ve been here.” He shrugged negligently, “The bellhops aren’t quite as good-looking as the nurses are around here, but the food’s better, and you’ll be able to have visitors come see you, as long as they get cleared through our people in the Lobby. How’s that sound?”
Barry looked up at him hopefully, “I can get out of here today?”
Dave nodded as he finished writing in the chart, “Yep. The release orders should be ready in about an hour or so.” He frowned at Barry, “But remember, you need to take it easy. Nothing more strenuous than walking. You put ANY pressure on your chest, you could puncture a lung. Understand?”
Barry nodded reluctantly. “Good,” Dave replied, “Max and Leo will have a wheelchair in here for you when the paperwork’s done. In the meantime, no half-nelsons, please.” Dave headed for the door, pausing for a moment as he opened it, “By the way, your visitor yesterday, the lady who the boys tried to detain. Did she say what her name was, or where you two had met?”
Barry shook his head again in confusion, “She told me her name was Violet Parr, but I don’t remember ever meeting her. I’m sorry.”
Dave smiled cheerfully, “No problem. I’ll have my people look into it. You just stay off the highwire, please. I’ll see you later.” And with that, he left.