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Mystery, Danger, and Too Many Sleuths
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Jack AT
Jack AT

Jul-9-2007 10:32

A young man confronts Jack Altavon Talison. The man says he is Roger Acton, and he has a case for Jack. Something involving murder, pie, dead Zachary Acton, and more murder. And a suspect called Jerome Lormos.

"And what do you pay for this?" Jack asks.

"$600 for solving the case." Roger replies.

"Er...uh...I guess I'll take it."

"Did I mention I told an assortment of other detectives about it? And that I will gve the reward to the one detective who solves the case, using all means possible?"

"Uh, no, you didn't mention it until now."

A knife is suddenly thrown at Jack. It narrowly misses him.



Sep-25-2007 16:50

"Hum, not too bad of a brusie on the head." I said exaiming the body. I looked at my papers I got from my friend who worked at the morgue.

"The're worng about the murder weapon." I concluded. I started toward the door as it opened.

"What in great Scotts are you doing here!" said the docter who obiusly was not the best of the best.

"Mary Easter let me in she works here you idiot." I said. A man was behind him. I guessed it was a detective.

I eascorted myself out before he or the docter could say anything.

"My next stop is the neighbor's house." I said driving in my car to Jerome Lormos's house to investigate.

When I got there I noticed a woman there who was suprised to see me.

Mack Hazard
Mack Hazard

Sep-29-2007 12:13

I jumped. It was the same woman I ran into at the bar. She eyed me suspiously.

"Is this Jerome Lormo's house?" she asked.

"No." I replied, hoping that Tailanna would get out before this woman showed up.
"This is my friend's house. Jerome lives next door."

"Oh, so your a friend of Zac's?" She asked as she flipped open a notebook.

Uh oh.

"I thought this was Danny's house." I replied, hoping she wouldn't know the neighborhood too well.

"Oh," she said as she closed the notebook,
"Sorry to bother you." And she attempted to walked away. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and for her benefit knocked on the door.

No answer.

"Hey, Danny. It's me." I said to the silence. I turned around to find her watching me.
"He said he's in the shower. You know how some people are. They have to turn off the water, dry off, get dressed while you are out here waiting."

She nodded with understanding and walked off to Jerome's house. When I saw her disapper beyond the door, I quickly picked the lock and slid inside.

Mack Hazard
Mack Hazard

Oct-6-2007 18:52

I locked the door behind me. Pie tins littered the floor. There had to be at least thirty of them. After putting on my gloves, I picked one up and wondered if I could get a finger print from the back. Not that I had anything to compare it to. I traced my finger along the bottom where the pie would be. Cherry, I thought as I licked the crumbs from my finger.

I put the pie tin by the door so I would not forget it (Like the police would miss it when they had thirty to chose from) and crept into the room. Flipping though the tins on the floor, I found a small thread. Edmond Locard once said every contact leaves a trace, which sums up to mean everywhere you go you leave a little somthing behind. Whoever was here left a thread, which I stuck in my pocket for safe keeping.

A shelf of nick-nacks was sitting on a wall nearby. I inspected it carefully. eight statuettes sat in a row with a gap in the middle. An examination of dust reveiled that the missing statuette had a square base. Was it stolen or or used for something more sinister? After making a note of it in my notebook, I noticed a long a hair was on a neighboring statuette.

I picked it up. Blond with the cuticle (a sack on the end of a hair) still attached. Might have been a cocindence, but I stuck it in my pocket anyway.

Suddenly the doorknob started to rattle.

Mack Hazard
Mack Hazard

Oct-6-2007 18:56

Where to hide, where to hide? I wondered as I opened a door nearby. It was the bedroom with a small closet and a bed.

Under the bed. No, hiding under the bed was such a childish and immature cliche. Closet? Also a cliche, but with much more room. I ran in a quietly shut the door.

Kevin Greene
Kevin Greene

Oct-15-2007 14:06

*meanwhile, on the opposite side of town*

Kevin Greene is rudely disturbed by the prankster. Again. Again, the little brat knocked and ran. I hate that, but this time I was waiting.

He knocked, and I ran to the door. I flung it open, just when he knocked again, and grabbed his wrist.

Only problem was, it wasn't his wrist.

"What ARE you doing???" Oh, hooray! I was grabbed onto the landlady's leg.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Zibrowski! Just, um, checking for, uh, mice! Yep! I was checking for mice!" Couldn't I have thought of something better?

"Looking for mice on my leg, Mr. Greene?" She taunted, "Oh, never mind, this is more important." Boy was I glad to get off the subject!

"There's a woman, or rather, a girl, here. Says she wants to see you."

"Well, send her in!" I said, as if I owned the place. Shortly after, a young girl walked in.

"Detective?" She asked cutely. "Yes, I'm the detective." I said, getting down to her level. "You need something?"

"Yes. A man out there said to give you this note!"

I thanked her, and read it. It said, in newspaper cutouts:

MeET mE At thE NeW YOrk TraIN StaTioN, if YOu EveR WanT TO SeE YoUr PrECIouS FiFI AgAin. I'lL ConTaCt yoU.

That made me laugh a bit. Cause, I don't even have a 'Fifi'!

Talianna Periwinkle
Talianna Periwinkle

Oct-16-2007 19:47

I saw Mack go out the door. I was about to follow her when something caught my eye. A note. I was about to read it when I heard the door jingle. I pocketed the note and ran out the back door, running next door.

I was about to pick the lock when I saw that it was already opened. Figures, I thought. Mack's already here.

I opened the door and at first didn't see anyone. I noticed the pie tins and groaned. Either somebody liked pies... or thought every person he kidnapped did.

I heard a sneeze.

I looked to my right and saw a closet. Suspicious, I walked towards it...

"Mack?" I called softly

Kevin Greene
Kevin Greene

Oct-16-2007 22:33


I decided to meet my next "client" at the train station anyway. I was there for less than a minute, carrying a chihuahua with a pink bow tied in it's hair. That's the exact way I expected a "Fifi".

He was dark, and trying to act tough, but holding a pink bag with a little dog inside kind of diminished that.

"Detective?" He whispered, like he was a spy.

"I must tell you, that isn't my dog." I said, setting all courtesy aside.

"It isn't? Whoops!" He chuckled. "I want you to work on a case for me, Greene!" He said, this time, a little more light-heartedly.

"Okay, what?" I asked, more eager than before.

"My nephew, Zachary, was murdered several days ago. I want you to find out who did it."

"That costs green, my last name. How much you offering?" I said, punnily.

"$600, and the chance to keep your life." He threatened, as he pulled out a gun. The man didn't phase me, though. After all, he was holding a "Fifi".

"I'll do it. Because of the 600. You wouldn't kill me." I said.

"You're right. But I'd hurt you."

I already knew the case. I had heard all about it on the news.

"I must warn you, though. I'm hiring other detectives. The one who gets it gets the 600. So you best be quick." He said, then, turning back around, he said that there were already several others working on the case. This was going to prove to be a doozy!

Kevin Greene
Kevin Greene

Oct-16-2007 22:48

I decided to check out the victim's home first. Maybe I'd find something the others overlooked.

I walked up the front steps, and heard something inside. I looked through the window. Empty and half-empty pie tins littered the floor. Creeping from the kitchen was the silhouette of a woman. She was heading toward the closet.

I ducked down below the door and pulled out my gun. I crouched down and tried to open the door. It wouldn't open. Hooray! Now the female thief would
get away, while I picked the lock.

I finally got it opened, after one of the longest 30-seconds of my life. I sprung through, pointing my gun around. She was gone, and I wasn't surprised.

I looked around at the pie tins, warily beginning to search for the woman.

Mack Hazard
Mack Hazard

Oct-17-2007 14:40

I decided to use my advantage in the closet to look for more clues. I flipped through the clothes and found nothing of interest. Glancing up at the various shelves I noticed a lady's hat box. How very unusual for a man. I picked up the hat box and, noticing the lid was covered with dust, blew on it. Immediately, dust flew up my nose and I gave a small sneeze. I prayed whoever was in the next room didn't hear it.


Oh, it was Talianna. I gave a sigh of relief and poked my head through the door. She headed for me.

"You scared me so I hid in the closet." I explained.

"Isn't that a little cliche?" she asked, then she noticed the box, "What did you find?"

Before I could tell her I didn't know, the doorknob rattled again.

"Did you locke the door behind you?" I asked. She gave a quick nod and I grabbed her arm. I quickly pulled her inside and shut the door to a 3 inch crack just as the front door opened and a man crouched low to the ground slunk inside

Mack Hazard
Mack Hazard

Oct-17-2007 14:48

"He's got a gun, Mack." observed Talianna through the crack in the door. I had put the box down and was hiding in the back, revolver in hand. I searched around for a weapon for Talianna to use and spotted a baseball bat on the top shelf.

"Get that bat," I told her.

"Can't you just shoot him?"

"Not unless I have to."

Talianna grabbed the rested it on her shoulder, ready to swing.

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