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Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

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.

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.”


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Dec-15-2009 20:39

Marc opened his mouth. Just before he could say something, the door bell rang.

"What on earth?" Molly said quietly as she got up to answer the door. A moment later, he heard her say "Charlie, what on earth are you doing?"

Marc got up and fast walked to the door where he found someone holding a gun. It was a woman. She looked scared and was holding a gun at none other than Charlie Cain.

"Woah, hey there, miss, I'm going to have to ask you to drop the gun. That's a detective you're holding a gun at." Marc said the woman.

She lowered her gun and turned to face him. When Marc saw her face, every ounce of breath he had in him left his body.

It Anais Nin!

"Anais?!" Marc said aloud.

"Wait, you know her?" Molly asked curiously.

"Yeah...I met her, Joseph, Heimlich and Vulkie in Bombay, India about two years ago. I helped them solve a case. After the case, she disappeared. I haven't heard from her since...well, not until now..." Marc said.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-15-2009 23:54

Heimlich stared at the people in his sitting room and wondered if he was making a mistake pulling them all into this. After last time, he swore he would never ask for help again, not after what happened to Richard.

He cleared his throat and began, "As many of you know, I along with several of you, were contacted by Graham Barnes with regard to the burglary committed at the local museum."

"And we all told him to shove it!" Joseph interjected.

"Yes," Heimlich replied, "but in this instance it appears Barnes was framed. Don't get me wrong, he is the slimiest piece of garbage on the force, and I would like nothing more than to see him spend the rest of his life in jail, but I don't want it to be for something he didn't do."

The detectives looked around the room and nodded in agreement. Anais, noticing that the conversation was turning a bit more serious, leaned down and whispered something to Josèe, who promptly grabbed Valerie by the wrist, and dragged her into the next room.

"Now we have seven detectives: myself, Charlie, Joseph, Anais, Sergei, Marc, and Molly. In addition we have Miss... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." Heimlich said indicating Serena.

"Well," she began, "I have a confession. Serena Edwards is not my name, but an alias that I used to talk to Mr. Marvington and drug him."

Every eye in the room dated to her. Molly and Charlie both had their hands on their weapons. "Explain yourself," Marc demanded, "or I swear it will be the last thing you ever don't do."

"My name is Abigail Stone." she said firmly, "I am a professor of archaeology at the University of Oxford. My father has cancer, and The Eye of God is rumored to be able to heal him. I managed to get wind of a plot by The Order of Socrates to steal the eye, and managed to get into it. They promised me use of the eye once we had it, but they double-crossed me." She sat down with a look on absolute horror on her face, "Nobody was supposed to get killed."she said.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-16-2009 00:08

"I was just supposed to seduce the guard and steal his keys and then seduce your friend and drug him. I don't know what they wanted with him, but they didn't get it." she finished.

Heimlich stared at her, so her name was Abigail. Good. The last thing he needed was another Serena to lie to him. A plan began to form in his head.

"We have three objectives at this time," he said, "first is to search the crime scene, second is to examine the body of John Kincaid, and third is to infiltrate the Order of Socrates and find out what they wanted. There are seven of us, although I suppose since Anais has the kids..."

"Oh no!" Anais interrupted him, "You're not making me sit this one out Heimlich VonVictor! I'm in this like everyone else."

"My wife could watch them." Sergei offered, "She is very good with children and is very safe because she is surrounded in neighborhood by Russian mob."

The group had a good laugh. As odd as it was, the order wouldn't dare to go after the Russian mob. Perhaps the Russian district was the safest place for them.

"Right then," Heimlich said, holding up a handful of sticks, "we draw lots for assignments and partners. Does anyone have issue with that?" If anyone did, they didn't say anything, and a minute later, the dye was cast.

"Vulkie and Charlie will investigate the order. Sergei will join them after bringing the children to his apartment. You'll be helping Abigail get back in with the order." he declared.

"How will we do that?" Abigail asked, "They know I ran. They won't trust me!"

"Because you're going to give them the one thing they want most." Heimlich said coldly.

A silence hung over the room for a split second before Heimlich's words sunk in. "No!" Vulkie screamed, "Heimlich! You can't be serious! Not Eric! No! You can't give him back to them! They nearly killed him last time Heimlich!"

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-16-2009 00:17

"He'll be cooperative this time," Heimlich said, "Abigail will convince them that he's sympathetic to their cause. If anyone doesn't agree with my methods, there's the door!" The detectives sat in silence. Clearly they had their reservations, but what other choice did they have? They had to attack head on.

"Molly and Marc," he said, "You're going to examine the crime scene. Look for any evidence that someone else was at the museum. Check both the murder scene and the robbery scene."

Marc flashed a smile at Molly who turned away, pretending she hadn't deliberately grabbed the stick that she saw matched Marc's when Heimlich's fingers were spaced just wide enough to make out the color.

"Joseph, Anais, and myself will go the morgue and attempt to get access to Mr. Kincaid's body. Between Joseph and myself, we should have enough influence to get in. Incidentally Joseph, could you place a call to someone in your division and ask them to allow Marc and Molly into the museum? I think a call from the FBI is all that this local PD needs in order to light the fires of hospitality for the private investigators." He finished.

For a time, no one moved, no one spoke, and no one dared to make an attempt to leave. It would seem the detectives were being held by the collective gravity of the great task they had taken upon themselves.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-16-2009 01:02

(what in the bloody hell? XD)

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-16-2009 01:21

Molly was the first to move. She stood in a smooth motion and inclined her head at Heimlich, then turned to Marc.

"If you don't mind, we'll be taking my car. I've seen how you drive." she said, albeit fondly. She had deliberately chosen Marc. He was a good friend of hers, and she worked well with him. Plus, she preferred having a fighter such as he at her back if things ever went south.

She nodded at the room and then glided out, moving around where she parked her car and getting into the drivers seat.

"Let's go investigate a crime scene, shall we?"

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Dec-16-2009 08:59

"You two should have no problem accessing all premises within the museum." Joseph replied as he moved towards the phone. "I shall make a call to the morgue as well to let them know we're coming. If Kincaid's death is somehow related to the thief operation, I am sure I can convince my superior to let us look into it."

Zeo noticed Anais was quickly giving the two girls instructions as to how to behave at Mrs. Kobetz' Russian neighborhood. Anais seemed so natural and wise with the kids. He was absolutely relieved to have Anais as the long term guardian for his girl, and was feeling a bit light headed to know he will be spending some alone time with Anais with the upcoming investigations... um, alone with Heimlich and Anais, that is....

"Hello? Hello!!? I said, this is the New York Museum... may I help you sir?" The woman over the phone repeated.

"Um, yes, I'm here, my apologies. This is agent Joseph Zeo from the Federal Business of Investigation, regarding the recent robbery and murder. Private investigators Miss Molly Maltese and Mr. Marc Lacrimosa are heading your way, please allow them full access to your venue for the investigation... Yes... Yes, I shall talk to Captain William Steele about this. That should not be of problem..."

As Zeo continued his conversation on the phone, he could not help but stole another glance at Anais, who was now hugging Josee goodbye. Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth turned upward into a grin.


Dec-16-2009 13:43

"Losing my dearest friend,again..." Vulkie thought, after the meeting. Charlie was driving towards City Hall.

""No!" Vulkie screamed, "Heimlich! You can't be serious! Not Eric! No! You can't give him back to them! They nearly killed him last time Heimlich!"

The words rang in her head, but Heimlich made it clear with the comment : "If anyone doesn't agree with my methods, there's the door!"

Vulkie seriously thought for a moment of leaving, but decided that she had to sacrifice Eric, to make the truth come true and out in the open.

But she had already lost him two times...

First moment : Breaking up. Second moment : Eric being kidnapped.

"Third's time must be right..." Vulkie murmered. "Did you say anything?" Charlie asked.

"No Charlie. I was thinking of something... You go ahead and drive... I need to get my mind a bit clear..." Vulkie said,sinking in her thoughts again.

Leonard... Vinnie... Vulkie thought of the persons dear to her that she had lost over the time. Her brother Leonard, died in a furious war between her and friends against the DAB. Her cousin Vinnie, died during the Reign of Al Capone....

"I'm not losing you too Eric... I've had to sacrifice much, but they won't take you from me..." Vulkie murmered and again, Charlie asked : "Something wrong?"

"I SAID NO DAMN IT!!!!" Vulkie shouted and Charlie shook a bit of Vulkie's outburst.

"Geez, you don't have to be that frustrated..." Charlie said and he concentrated again on the road.

"Sorry Charlie... It's been a tough week..." Vulkie murmered and Charlie nodded. Charlie understood how Vulkie felt.

"Vulkie... tell me.... Do you still have certain... "feelings"... for this Marvington fella?" Charlie asked Vulkie, as he stopped for a traffic light and looked at her.

Vulkie looked out of the window and a tear dropped from her cheek, as she said : "Yes Charlie. I still have feelings for him. He was to become the man of my dreams, my knight on the white horse...'" (cont)


Dec-16-2009 13:51

"Eric even bought me an engagement ring. He wanted to marry me. He really wanted to. Only, I kept calling Ace's name. He got frustrated. I hit him, he hit me. He told me he had another girlfriend. It was like a mirror was struck with a brick, bursting into ten thousand pieces. He got his clothes, he left... We never spoke again... For nearly three months it has been now Charlie.... And I still love that damn man!" Vulkie explained and said.

The traffic light turned green. Charlie immediately drove forward. "Vulkie, you'll have to let go. There are more men around you. You know that, I know that. Maybe you and I should go out, for some manhunting and womanhunting. We're both out of a relation at the moment..." Charlie said and grinned.

Vulkie blushed. "Yeah, that would be fun" Vulkie replied and smiled, out of the window.

Before the two of them went to City Hall, Vulkie went by the tailor's place and the barber. Octavia was a good friend of hers. Vulkie got some new clothes.

"Hiya Octavia. I want a "blonde" coupe please..." Vulkie said, as she entered the barber shop. "Sure, I'll put it on your "tab" " Octavia replied and gave a smile.

***20 minutes later***

Vulkie stepped out of the barber shop, with blonde hair. "You look lovely.." Charlie said and Vulkie blushed.

"It's time to pay City Hall a visit now..." Vulkie said and Charlie drove off to City Hall.

"Here we are.." Charlie said, 10 minutes later. Vulkie immediately got a flashback from what happened the previous day. The dead body dropped before Hollis, Vulkie shouting to Hollis, the chase...

"Something wrong?' Charlie said, noticing Vulkie's distressed look.

"Nah... Let's go in..." Vulkie said and the both detectives got out of the car, making their way into City Hall...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-16-2009 16:24

"Okay, Marc." Molly began as she pulled up in front of the museum. "You check around where the Eye of God statue was. I'll check out where they found Kincaid's body, and we'll meet in the middle once we're through."

They were waved through a heavy throng of press members and policemen, but surprisingly the museum was silent. Molly peeled off for the Egyptian exhibit, and saw the crime scene tape around the sarcophagus. Looking at a photo left on the table for reference, she noted the appropriate evidence concerning Kincaid (hair color, shoe size) before advancing on the display. There was almost no blood; evidence he had been killed elsewhere. She looked around. The killer would not have been able to drag a burly man like Kincaid that far and then be able to hoist him into a sarcophagus and close the heavy lid, so he was probably killed nearby.

First she looked in the sarcophagus, noting strands of hair in the bottom that definitely belonged to the victim. However, there was one piece of hair that rested presumably just under where the lid had been. She quickly put it in a baggie and stuck it in her pocket. Either it belonged to a killer, or an innocent coroner.

Next to she went to her knees, examining the floor. There! She saw scuff marks that could only be from the heels of Kincaid's shoes if he was dragged. No footprints though. She followed the scuff marks, crawling slowly and pausing to make a note on her notepad about the scuff marks, presumably coming from the Chinese room. She also scrawled her theory on the killer dragging Kincaid. She moved through the doorway into the Chinese display room.

Immediately she spotted it; a dried trickle of blood down the side of an enormous vase. She peeked inside but it was clean safe for a pinkish tint. Undoubtedly when Kincaid was killed, he was placed on top of this and drained before his body was hidden in the vain hopes that he wouldn't be found...until the killer could make a clean getaway.


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