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Oct-24-2009 18:47

October 24, 1938- Heimlich VonVIctor felt a chill run down his spine. Autumn always had that effect on him. He looked up at the multitude of colors adorning the trees and placed his hands in his coat pockets. The pungent aroma in the air told him that, somewhere, leaves were being burnt. He took a deep breath and looked down, to the place he had visited as many times as he could in the past two years. The cold hard stone hadn’t changed a bit, and never would. It would always be a testament to the man resting under it.

RICHARD CAMBRIDGE
FEBRUARY 10, 1892-
JUNE 15, 1936
“Justice for all. Above all else.”

He took a deep sigh. He never left anything behind, nor did he suspect that Richard would want anything left for him. He leaned down and placed his hand on the stone, “I’m doing alright Richard. Eric and I started up another agency. We’re doing it right this time, and Sergei is getting better at English every day. He’s even solving cases now; you wouldn’t believe how well he’s doing.”

“Excuse me, detective VonVictor?” a voice called behind him

Heim whirled around to find himself face to face with a young uniformed officer, “What do you want?” he demanded, “Can’t you see I’m in a cemetery?”

“Yes sir,” he responded, “and I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but I’ve been asked to fetch you right away, it’s a matter of life and death!”

Heimlich let out a sigh, and leaned down to touch the stone again, “It never ends Richard, it never ends. I have to go now, but I’ll be back real soon.”

Dec-9-2009 06:11

Zeo looked at the drunk cat in front of him while on the phone, "Yes you know I have a cat, and I found her at a back alley on my way home, um, right around when Vulkie was shot by the DAB, remember?" Zeo remembered vividly that day, when Anais was drunk and he couldn't help but place a kiss on her forehead... a kiss which woke her. 'Feeding the cat' was his excuse to leave her apartment then, although at the time he didn't actually own one. To cover his lie he actually took in a grey stray, that's how he got the Vodka-filled cat in front of him now.

Anais breathed a sign of relieve on the other end of the phone. Zeo asked her what was the matter, and Anais told him about the imposter.

"On this phone number?" Zeo was utterly surprised. He worked in the bureau long enough to know all about phone tapping and over taking telephone lines. He just couldn't believe it was happening to him.

"Yes, and he asked me to meet him at Central Park, The Sheep Meadow at midnight."

Zeo looked at his watch. That'd be less than 2 hours away. "Don't go anywhere." He hung up before Anais could respond, and was already at her door twenty minutes later.


After Zeo answered another few 'identification' questions at the door, he finally heard the sound of chains being removed and Anais peeking through the gap. Good girl, Zeo thought.

"'Don't go anywhere?' Where did you think I'd be going in the middle of the night while I'm looking after a little girl? YOUR little girl?" Anais said quietly as if someone was sleeping, "and you just came right over without asking if it was alright, and hanging up on me like that..."

Zeo pushed himself in, checked the corridor to make sure he wasn't being followed, and locked the door behind him. "I'm glad to see you too." Zeo whispered. Anais smiled and gave him a hug. Zeo went straight into business, "Only the Order of Socrate has the ability to over take my phone line like that. I'm sorry you got sucked into this."

Dec-9-2009 06:30

"The Order of Socrates?" Anais inquired, with a what-have-you-gotten-yourself-into-this-time expression.

"Remember the artifacts thief operation I mentioned before? Possibly OS related, that and/or Greenhand." Zeo replied, flicking another cigarette to his mouth, which earned him a hard stare from Anais. Zeo sheepishly removed the stick from his lips.

Anais went on to tell Zeo that she had already called Vulkie and Heimlich about the strange incident.

"How did they respond?" Zeo asked, just then, he heard someone sneezing inside Josee's room.

"Josee!" Anais exclaimed, her arms crossed, "How many times do I have to tell to you go to bed? And put on a jacket if you do decide to snoop. It gets cold in the night."

The little girl opened her bed room door and smiled sheepishly. She had the same expression as Zeo did just a second ago when Anais caught him with a cigarette. "Hi mommy, hi daddy!"

Dec-9-2009 21:25

October 29, 1938

Marc woke up with a start. It had been a good night's sleep. One of hist best nights since he returned hom from England from chasing Charles Craig (See Disillusioned Detectives). The ball started at 6 p.m. that night. Molly had taken him up on his offer of taking her with him. So they were going together. This was going to be the night that Marc and Molly would get a hold of O'Leary after the part was over. He didn't want to make a scene by taking him away during the main part of the party.


Marc had to run into the office that day for a few hours. He called Grace, his assistant and gave her the day off. Afterwards, he called Molly to inform her he would pick her up at 5:30 pm. No later, not earlier and that Pierce was more than welcome to come.

**5:00 pm**

Marc returned home to get ready for the ball. He devised a plan just incase there was a guest list. He would give the gaurd with a list, a ridiculous name that wasn't even on there. He would make up some story that he and his "wife" was invited personally by O'Leary. If the man objected about the name not being on the list, he would say something like, "Do you to explain as you are getting fired why we were not able to come in? All because our names were not on the list?". The man would be sure to let them in. From there, Marc and Molly would keep an eye on O'Leary. It was the perfect plan.

Marc showered, shaved, cleaned up. He put on one of his best suits; dark gray double breasted suit, shined black dress shoes, and a black fedora with a gray band going around the hat.

At 5:12 p.m. Marc arrived at Molly's place. He walked up to the door and rang the door bell. He heard foot steps stop at the door.

Dec-10-2009 10:49

((I made a mistake on the date in my last post. It says October 29. The date should be October 28.))

Dec-10-2009 11:47

((Also, please ignore the first paragraph that I wrote in my first paragraph. I wasn't even thinking about that when I wrote it. It should all be taking place on October 28, 1928. Not on the 29 of October))

Dec-10-2009 14:20

Pierce cracked open the door, one hand on his gun but he relaxed when he saw Marc.

"Come on in" he grunted, and Marc did so just as Molly came around the corner.

"Oh hello there." she said warmly, and then twirled in her new dress. "What to you think? It's that Chanel womans!"

The bottom of the dress, which flared out somewhere around her hips, was a cheery mass of tulle and fringe beads that reached all the way to her smart kitten heels. Her red hair was in perfect Marcel waves that framed her face and ran stubbornly down her back, despite the days latest fashions. She would take a page from the book of Olive Borden and Lillian Gish, thank you!

"Let us go to this party, Marc." Molly's attentions already diverted to other things. "There are a few guests in attendance that I know, this may help us. I hope you have a plan for getting through on the guest list?"

She shrugged on a white mink and motioned for him to follow out the door. "Of course, perhaps I ought to do the talking. I'm quite good at it, I daresay. Getting out of sticky situations. Not talking in general."

Presently they loaded themselves into her town car and Pierce pulled out into traffic, bound for O'Leary's snazzy event.

Dec-10-2009 20:45

Marc couldn't take his eyes of Molly the whole ride to the party. It was a short ride to the party. As they got out of the car, they could see the guests arriving as well. "This is going to be good," Marc thought to himself.

"What's your plan?" Molly asked him quietly as they approached the door. In front of the door was a large man in a suit similar to Marc's holding a guest list.

"Names?" He asked.

"I'm Giovanni Pallini, Duke of Lecara Friddi, Sicily. And this here is my wife, Maria Pallini, Dutchess of Lecara Friddi, Sicily. We've been invited by a Mr. O'Leary." Marc said in an authentic Sicilian accent.

"I'm sorry Mr....Pallini? You're names aren't on the list..I'm afraid I can't let you in.."

"What?! You can't let me in? I was invited by him personally and you can't let me in all because my name isn't on a list?! Fine! You will be explaining to him why I wasn't able to attend tis.....tis...gatering!" Marc yelled at him. People turned around to see what was going on.

The guy straitened up.

"I'm terrible sorry sir. Please go on in."

"Gratzi." Marc said as they entered the party.

"Giovanni? Maria?" Molly said laughing.

Marc laughed as well.

"Did you have a different plan?" Marc said as they entered the ball room.

"Now what?" Molly asked.

"We watch him but dont' make it obvious. We should dance and keep an eye on him. I can see him from here. He's blond wearing a gray pin stripped suit with a tie. When the party ends we make our move. Put him in an interrogation room, make an interrogation, and leave him to wake up in the morning with a killer headache." Marc said. "Unless of course..you have a different plan." Marc said looking at Molly.

Dec-10-2009 23:37

Molly thought this all over and then gave a twinkly smile. "Then you ought to ask me to dance."

Marc at once gallantly bowed and properly supplicated for her to bestow a favor of a dance on him, and after a moment of pretend thought, she agreed. Presently he swept her up and they moved themselves seamlessly across the dance floor to a better vantage point.

Marc spun Molly out, and as she twirled back in and loosely set her hands at his shoulders, she whispered, "I think you ought to let me have a talk with him first, Marc. If he's the type to throw such a ritzy party, he may react better to a charming woman than an irritable brute such as yourself."

Her slick red lips stretched in a vulpine grin, and as she moved out again, another guest smoothly cut in.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't been able to take my eyes off you!" the handsome man said, with a dimpled grin. Molly smiled and pretended to fan herself, batting her eyelashes as they swayed across the dance floor. She gave a wink to Marc over the man's shoulder and looked pointedly in the direction of a small alcove, suggesting he wait for her there. She then proceeded to guide her admirer around in a wide half-circle, always careful to keep her target within her view.

Dec-11-2009 02:03

Anais gave Josee a long lecture on why the little girl shouldn't be snooping on others, but from how Zeo saw it, it was only making Josee a better eavesdropper the next time around. He could already see a detective in the making, and he was not sure if that was putting a smile on his face or giving him premature heart attack.

"I think I should go now, Anais, seeing that you're alright." Zeo interrupted. Anais wanted to say something but Zeo stopped her by addressing his daughter, "Josee, mommy will put you to bed now and you better really sleep this time!" Josee protested in futility. Zeo gave Anais a hug before he left, and whispered in her ear "Don't worry about Central Park, I'll take care of it. You already have your hands full with Josee, and I cannot thank you enough for that!" Anais gazed into Joseph's eyes but ended up saying nothing.


As Zeo drove to Central Park he noticed some fresh cat hair in his vehicle, but his cat was nowhere in sight. There was too much in his mind to worry about that for now. Zeo parked the car in a distance and trotted silently towards The Sheep Meadow, which until a few years ago really was inhabited by sheep.

The field was quiet and lifeless. The deep autumn wind bullied Zeo into pulling up the collar of his trench coat. Hiding behind the abandoned sheepfold, the man adjusted his eyes to the darkness and scanned the horizon for any movement.

11:45pm. A man lit a cigarette by the trees, seemingly watching the field.

Zeo remained motionless and waited. He silently thanked Hoover for the months of surveillance the bureau director forced upon him. Zeo stayed where he was, becoming part of the scenery. Besides having a pulse and his eyes open, the federal detective could be declared dead by anyone watching him. Hours later, the man by the tree began to move. He probably decided that his target was not to show up.

Dec-11-2009 03:04

Not knowing that he now became the target, the man briskly walked south, towards the City Hall. Zeo knew it. The imposter must be from the Order of Socrates.

Zeo followed the man from a distance, careful not a make a sound. He saw the man entered the City Hall from a side door, with keys, at 3am in the morning. There was no doubt where he was coming from.


**The Next Morning**

A soft ray of sunlight was peaking through the kitchen window. Zeo had stayed up the rest of the night in the kitchen thinking about case. The cat wasn't home; perhaps it was out catching mice, but it should be back by daybreak, which it didn't. Zeo downed his last drop of coffee and headed for the office. The car radio was playing "A Kiss to Build A Dream On" by Louis Armstrong. For some reason it made him thought of Anais.

"Is Hoover in?" Zeo asked his fellow agent Greenberg as he stepped into the war room. His partner nodded. "I need to talk to him. It may take a while. If anyone call me just tell them I'm out for a moment. Just take a message for me."

Zeo entered Hoover's office and told the man about his home phone line being over taken and the 'impostor' from the City Hall. "We're playing a dangerous political game here," Hoover mused, "OS has the ability to do severe damages to the bureau. Apparently they know we're onto something. They haven't realized you've figured out the phone situation, have they?"

"I don't think they have yet. I kept a low profile last night as well." Zeo looked at the director with dark circles under his eyes. "My external source is going after Tim O'Leary of the Greenhand. They might know something about the thief operation as well."

Hoover nodded. He then ordered Zeo to obtain another secret house line from the switch board while keeping the current one idle. It might be useful in the future. "Let your close associates know to call you on your new line, pinhead! And make sure your men are discreet about the case!"