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M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

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.


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-25-2009 14:42

"So how are you holding up, Marc? You've got to be just as stressed out, even more, than the rest of us....what with the police breathing down your neck and all" Molly said.

In truth, I was exausted. But when Molly told me I was horrible liar, that made me laugh deep down inside. As a child, I never was a good liar. It wasn't something I liked to do. I was always honest.

"You wouldn't be interested in what's bothering me," I said to her.
"Want to try me?" She replied with a smirk.
I could only laugh at the look on her face.

So I told her about my dream. I told her about how these flashbacks from the war had started coming back. I didn't know what it meant, or if it was trying to say something. I was actually surprised about how well she listened.

She wasn't lying when she said "I'm good listener, or so I hear". I finished telling her about my dream and when I looked into her face, I saw an intrigued look; as though she was very interested. I opened my mouth to say something when Heimlich came in.

"I do hope you both don't mind me interrupting, but do you mind if I join you?" He asked.

"Not at all," I said cheerfully. He pulled up another chair and sat down next to me. And we began to converse happily, as though we weren't working on this case. As I had said before, it felt good to have decent meal and not have to think about this case for a while.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Oct-25-2009 23:05

Molly gestured for Heimlich to sit and signaled the waiter. However, the bright inquisitive blue eyes she turned on Marc told him that the conversation they'd been having was far from over.

"You snore like an oncoming train, were you aware, Heimlich dear?" Molly asked, slouching down in her chair and letting her head fall back. They had chosen an outside table because it was a nice day, and the sunlight glinted in her unusual coppery waves as they tumbled freely over the back of the chair. She put her feet up on the fourth chair. Cracking one eye open, she noticed an older woman at a nearby table looking scandalized at her slim legs balanced on the chair in such a matter. She crossed her ankles, and when the lady did not look away, she hissed at her.

The woman got up and marched huffily away.

"Now Molly, do try not to incite a riot among the natives." Heim said scoldingly, and Molly waved a hand airily.

"Chock it up to joie de vivre, my dear Mr. Von Victor." she said, popping a strawberry in her mouth from the fruit bowl. "I would suggest we go over case details but there are shockingly few so maybe we ought to just enjoy ourselves for the moment."

She opened her eyes suddenly. "Oh yes. There is one matter, I mentioned to Marc that my...ah, ex husband hired Charles Craig to assassinate me. As our man seems to be focusing all his attentions on evading us, I think Billings is having me followed."

With her limited artistic abilities, she had rendered a fairly good sketch of the man she'd seen on the boat, and she showed it to both of them. "If you happen to see him, shoot him dead or bring him to me to question, whichever you prefer."

She flashed her signature grin and closed her eyes once more. "Now that that bit of unpleasantness is out of the way, I think we ought to see how close we can get to the palace. I have a hunch about Craig, and a desire to see where royalty resides. It'll be ridiculously difficult but I know there are ways it can be done..."

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain

Oct-26-2009 03:24

Meanwhile.....I waited at Chez Fromage for over a hour.....none of my friends showed up.

" Hmm wonder what is keeping them?" I thought to myself.

" Well I had better get back. Thanks for the wonderful meal." I told the waiter as I was getting up to leave.

On my way out the door I noticed a man with a beard watching me. But it wasnt something you would notice if you werent looking for it.

I turned towards the strange man...." Is this Craig?" I thought. I had never seen him before in person.

"If its Craig he'll run." I decided as I started making my way to the mans table.

True to form he got up and ran out the back I gave chase but he lost me in the back alleys behind the resturaunt. I went back inside and there on the table was a note addressed to Marc.

I headed back to the hotel note in hand.....

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-26-2009 13:44

As we ate breakfast and discussed life matters, Nellie came down and joined us. All we were missing was Charlie.

"I wonder how long Charlie is going to stay asleep," Nellie said after a while.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, but if he isn't down here in about fifteen minutes, I'm going to go wake him up. We have a long day ahead of us." I said.

"Let him sleep for a while," Heimlich replied quietly, "I think I speak for everyone when I say that we need rest. YOU need rest, Marc. You have dark rings and bags under your eyes," he continued,"I can tell just by looking at you that you had some sort of nightmare last night. In my opinion, I think we should rest today and look over the case files."

I closed my eyes and rubbed them with my index finger and thumb on my right hand. Everyone was looking at me waiting for me to reply. I didn't know what to say. Heimlich was right. I was stressed out. I was tired and exausted. I pulled out my pipe, put a little bit of tobacco in it, lit it and began to puff on it. After a moment of silence I looked up at Heimlich.

"You're right," I said, "I have been pretty exausted these past few days."

Nellie and Molly both nodded in agreement. Just as I started to put up my pipe, Charlie rounded the corner of the building to see us sitting out side.

The look on his face was as surprised to see us eating outside as we were to see him coming around the corner. In his hand, there was a piece of paper.

"Charlie? Do you mind telling me what you are doing?" I said. He opend his mouth to reply when I cut him off.

"It doesn't matter. I'm tired and wore out from chasing Craig."

A look of relief swamped over his face as he sat down next to Heimlich. He handed me the note that had my name on it. This note could only be fromone person; Charles Craig. (Conin..)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-26-2009 13:54

The note read:

"Dear Marc,
Or better yet, Dear Marc and.....friends should I say?
What ever, I must say that you all are doing an excellent job on persuing me. I must say, this is fun! Some of the most fun I've had since elementary school. I've decided to give you a hint as to where to find me, Except for your good pal, Charlie here, who has probably been the one to give you this note. You see, I know all about you detectives; I know all your strengths and weaknesses, your hobbies, you name it and I know all about it. I have been under your noses, and you haven't even noticed me...however, doing some interrogation to some people (I won't say who, that's up to you to find out) in the bar, and in the tea shop. But who am I to say where you should start looking? Well, cheers for now!


I put down the note and looked up at the gang. "I still say that you rest, Marc." Heimlich said.

"Heimlich......I can't rest. We have a clue here! A lead and-"
"Marc, you really need to rest. You are going to have a heart attack," he replied calmly.

I lowered my head because I knew he was right.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain

Oct-26-2009 15:48

" Marc I have a few friends I think may be able to help us if we let them." I said handing him the note from earlier this morning. Marc read it and immediately asked.

" Charlie what are you into?"

" Look, I make no excuse for the factions I help out. I know what they are like and I know their not all good." I replied.

" But in this imperfect world I have to be able to count on someone to help me when things go wrong. And the Green Hand is my best option here." I said setting down.

The look on everyone's faces told me they didnt approve of my "Friends". But I wouldnt use their help without Marc's approval this was still his case and he was the boss.

" Ok look I Marc I came to you with this. I didnt work a angle trying to get leads behind your back. I havent even gone to see them yet. Its up to you and God knows were all tired. But you need to trust me on this. You say the word either yea or nea. And I'm ok with the outcome." I said looking to each and every one of my friends.

All I saw staring back at me was angry faces.......

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-27-2009 20:23

Mafia? I didn't want any help from the mafia. The last person who had ties with the mafia ended up getting kicked out of this case.

I stared at Charlie. I had only met him about a week ago...may be longer than that.

He was right about one thing. He did come to me with this and for that, I had to thank him.

"Charlie?...." I said and paused for a second or so. "I'll let the Green Hand in-"

"Marc," Molly cut in, "Are you sure that this is the best idea? I mean...Vulkie....she betrayed us! How do we know that HE won't betray us too?"

"He won't betray us," I said. "Think about it, Molly. He came to us with this idea...he didn't go behind our backs like Vulkie did."

"Molly?" Heimlich said, "Marc has a point. But Marc, as much as I, myself, don't like this one bit, it's your call."

After a long moment of thought, I said, "Okay. But Charlie? One chance is all you get with this. If I even THINK you are going betray us, then you're out. Understood?"

"Don't worry, Marc. I won't let you down. Trust me," Charlie replied.

I only hoped he knew what he was doing.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Oct-27-2009 21:12

If Molly was a cat, she would have been hissing and spitting, fur on end. Instead, she just dragged hard on her cigarette and gazed at Charlie with slitted eyes as she thought.

The Green Hand. Billings had dealt with a bunch of Green Hands. Nasty bunch, her experiences with them and with Billings put her so far out of her comfort seat she was nearly upside down. Everything in my life traces back to $&#*ing Billings, she thought, then lowered her cigarette, her voice calm and her brow smooth.

"Charlie, you obviously won't sit here and tell me that the methods used by the Green Hand are anything but horrific, since we both know that would be a damned lie." Molly said pleasantly. "I don't care how up front you are about your involvement with them, if we can use their help, well that's Marc's call. But don't hold it against me if I've got one eye on you from now on, kid. I'd like to trust you but..." she took a lighter drag on her cigarette and winked playfully at him, "Your choice in allegiances forbids me to do so. Not to mention I'm pretty sure you and Vulkie have a bit more history than you let on. At least, the lady presents it that way."

She leaned back again, and then smiled pleasantly at him. "How about that poor aide, huh? Would have loved to have been a fly on his families wall when they told him how he expired. Death by green gunge. Me, I've got old acquaintances from all walks of life but Joe Harris and I, we're personal friends if you catch my drift."

"Well, behave yourself." she finally said, then gestured with her hand, winking again in a way that made sure no one could stay mad at her for long. "Call in the cavalry or whatever you plant-eaters do, eh?"

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Oct-28-2009 19:38

Some things in life just never seem right. We all have our contacts and underground connections. But going to the mob for help just wasn't one of the things I wanted to do. But at the fact that Charlie came to me about it, that was respect right there and it's hard to come across detectives who have that much respect. Especially when they say "It's your call."

Molly wasn't happy with my desicion, and I wasn't happy with it either. Yes, that sounds crazy but even as crazy as it sounds, one will give the desperate a try.

I felt as though I had no other choice but to say yes. Not because he came to me about it, but because we had no leads at all. All we knew was that Charles Craig was staying here in London for a while, playing a game of cat and mouse.

I don't think Charlie was too happy about giving him only one chance, but if anything, something in me told him to give it a shot. A gut instinct told me to let him talk to them.

"Call in the calvary or whatever you plant-eaters do, eh?" Molly said to Charlie.

So there we were. Five disillusioned detectives, chasing a killer with no leads at all, about to go to the mob for help. As everyone sat there, I pulled out my pipe and lit some tobaco that I had put in it. As I puffed on my pipe, I began to get lost in my thoughts.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-29-2009 14:31

I was sitting alone in the back of the bar mulling things over, and had just gotten up to leave when a man bumped into me. “Watch it,” he said. My eyes narrowed. I gave him my “I’m gonna kill you” look, and he turned and ran. As my stilettos made rapid clicks on the sidewalk, I saw something that made me pause for a second. “Who is that in the distance?” I thought to myself, straining my eyes. It looked like Marc…but it couldn’t be. What would he be doing in London? As the man ran around the corner and into what I knew to be a deserted dead-end alleyway, I smirked. I swiveled to a stop, pulled out my gun, and aimed down the alley. It was empty. “What the hell? Where did he go?” I murmured to myself as I looked all around. There was no trace of him in sight. Even more annoyed now, I turned to go over and find out if it was really Marc I had seen before.

A couple of minutes later, as I approached him, I could clearly see it that it was Marc. “Hey,” I said, ad clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Gah!” he yelled and jumped about a foot into the air. When he turned around and saw that it was only me, he relaxed a bit. “Jeez, calm down. You look terrible.” I said, backing up a little and surveying him. “What are you doing in London, anyway?” Marc proceeded to tell me the whole story.

“Wow, it looks like you’ve got a lot on your hands here,” I mused. “And I think I’ve seen the guy you’re after. It’s the jerk I was just chasing down the alley when he suddenly disappeared into nowhere. Hey, let me help you guys find him. I need to bash that guy’s face in.” Knowing better than to question my motives, lest he come to injury himself, Marc gulped, and then agreed. “Come with me,” he said, and proceeded to lead me back to the hotel to meet the others.

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