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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-23-2009 20:55

(One more note. That shouldn't say, "Marc left to go tell everyone what heppened. It should say he left to tell everyone what the mayor said)

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-24-2009 22:01

"Let go of my hair!" Molly hissed, murder flashing in her eyes as her hair was cruelly yanked by the villain.

"I repeat, why are you involved with the Eye of God case?" the voice came from the darkness again.

"Because, you people aren't very subtle, are you? You're lucky half the city forces aren't beating down your door--" Molly's heated remark was cut off as she was cracked across the face, hard. She winced, but refused to cry out, instead glaring up through the inky blackness to where she estimated the face to be.

"Well consider this a warning, 'Detective'. I'd kill you right now if we didn't intend to use you as a messager. You'll provide a message for us. Back off of the case or all of you will die."

"If you release me, I'll pick up the phone and deliver your damn message." Molly said in tones of great irritation, but her blood froze over at the grim laugh that reverberated throughout the room.

"I doubt that would quite accentuate the gravity of the situation, you see. Never fear though, you will do your part to convince your colleagues to abandon the case."

"By doing what?" she asked, but she was pretty sure she knew.

"Nothing." he sneered, and the first blow fell.

"Oh hell." she said irritatedly, for this was only a prelude to the rain of blows soon to fall.


She awoke some hours later, the apartment dark and her body a throbbing mass of bruises.

"Ugh." she announced to the room in general, and then began to take inventory. She seemed to be largely whole, mostly bruises and no breaks save for the last three fingers on her right hand, undoubtedly from an attempt to protect herself.

Stiffly she rolled to her knees and hobbled slowly over to the bathroom, running her hand under the cold water as she thought.

"If they wanted to dissuade us, coming after me wasn't the smartest move." she told her reflection, then wrapped her hand in a set of bandages and collapsed on her bed.


Dec-26-2009 19:03

*** The next day *** (30th of October)

Vulkie went to visit Eric in the hospital the next day, to see how he was holding up. As she entered the room of Eric, she saw a woman sitting next to Eric. Vulkie immediately froze as she recognized the lady... It was Abigail...

"Abigail, what a surprise.." Vulkie said and Abigail shrieked and immediately stood up. "Eric... he was awake for a moment... He asked me where he was... I replied that he was in the hospital... He immediately fainted..." Abigail said and Vulkie swallowed

Her Eric was awake, with a strange lady and he trusted her... He even didn't know the lady that well... She only seduced him..

"Abigail... Just... just leave... I want a moment alone with Eric...." Vulkie murmered and pointed to the door. Abigail took her handbag and immediately left.

"Eric... why... why do you trust this lady? She has betrayed you, delivered you to those... those..." Vulkie murmered and she couldn't find the right word.

Eric slowly opened his eyes. "What day is it?" Eric asked. "Eric?" Vulkie said astonished, looking in his eyes. She saw a twinkle in his eyes and a tear rolled from his face..

".... Thank you... For saving my life..." Eric murmered and Vulkie swallowed. "It's... It's... It's nothing.." Vulkie said hesitating and grabbed his hand. Eric squeezed and Vulkie let a tear roll from her face.

"You idiot... I still love you, you know that?" Vulkie said and Eric smiled. "I know... But we won't get another chance... Abigail..." Eric said and he closed his eyes, as Vulkie closed her eyes.

Vulkie stood up, went to the door and looked back. "I understand Eric... I understand..." Vulkie said and she "rushed" for the exit.

***Heim's house***

"... Has anyone seen Molly?" Marc said and everyone shook their heads. Just then, the doorbell rang and Heimlich opened the door, only to catch Molly in his arms. Molly sank through her feet.

"It seems we got a message.." Vulkie mused and everyone nodded...

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Dec-26-2009 20:27


"Lord, look at how clumsy I am." Molly said absently, patting Heim on the shoulder. "No need to worry dears, as you can see I'm hopelessly clumsy. Its a lucky I didn't break my neck on the way here."

With effort she straightened and flexed her damaged hand in its black glove with a wince. She had worn a black coat that went from her neck to her wrists to her knees, and it had covered up all the bruising she saw. The one on her face was covered with makeup, slightly visible but only to someone who was really looking for it.

"Had a little accident, nothing to worry about." she said in her best cheerful tones, then went in to gingerly take a seat. She took a few breaths to steady herself.

"Sorry I skipped out last night. Have we anything of interest?" she asked, an almost maniacal grin plastered on her face. She would die before she let that goon have the satisfaction of dissuading her friends from the case.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 10:18

The three gathered tensely around the telephone as Anais reached forward and picked it up. "Hello?" she said cautiously into the receiver.

"Hello?" a voice crackled through the static, "My name Katia Kobetz, and I think it my fault your daughter kidnapped."

"What?" Anais demanded, "Sergei's wife? What have you done?"

"I only fall asleep for a few minutes but Sergei call me idiot and tell me not to and I am so sorry! They take my Sergei! They call here and say if Barnes is not found guilty they kill him!" she cried.

"Alright," Anais said, her chest heaving heavily, "calm down. We'll be over there in just a few moments time. She turned and headed for the door when she noticed that Heimlich had sat down in one of her armchairs and was also breathing heavily. She walked up and placed her hand on his shoulder, "I know you think of Josèe as a granddaughter. Don't worry, we'll find her and your niece as well."

Heimlich shook his head. "No," he replied, "there's something you must know. I've kept this secret for far too long. Anais do you have anything to drink?"

She frowned and shook her head. Heimlich produced his pocket flask and poured some whiskey into an empty glass. Upon noticing the look on Joseph's face he poured a second and handed it to him.

"Fourteen years ago, in the Spring of 1924, I met a woman," he began, "by the name of Cecilia Frances. She was the secretary of a defense attorney I was up against in court. Through my communications with her, we found that there was more than a business relationship, and feelings blossomed."

"So you weren't always this much of a shut in?" Anais said as she sat down.

Heimlich shot a glare at her. "As I was saying," he continued, "we began seeing each other. I was forty-three, and she was thirty-six. It wasn't unheard of, and many were happy to see her find someone at her age. My brother Albert was thirty-three at the time, and he was absolutely in love with her from the moment I brought her home."

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 11:06

Joseph finished his drink and held out the glass for Heimlich to fill again. "So Albert wanted Cecilia? Has there ever been anything you two didn't fight over?" he asked.

Heimlich shook his head. "Not in my memory," he replied, "but Cecilia was different. We had a connection, and Albert was so superficial. He tried wooing her for three years and nothing worked. Until one fateful day everything changed."

"What happened?" Anais demanded, now on the edge of her seat.

"It was November of 1926, and I had been at the office all day preparing for a case. I returned home, but Cecilia wasn't there, which was strange because she was always there. I searched for her frantically assuming the worse, and just when I had given up, she walked through the door. She had been on a date, with Albert."

The two detective's eyes widened. "No!" Joseph shouted, "How could she do that to you?"

"I demanded to know why." Heimlich said, his face becoming sadder with every moment, "At first she claimed it was time to move on, but then she admitted the truth. She had been to the doctor that day, and he had confirmed what she feared. At the age of thirty-eight she was to become a mother for the first time. I told her it was a blessing. I said that even though we had not wanted children, this would be a wonderful blessing."

Anais smiled for the first time all day. "If I didn't know you, I would assume you were doing some editing to this story." she said.

"She said it could never work," he said sadly, "because of the baby. She said if it was just us, then it was one thing, but now there was another life to be considered. I was forty-five and she said she couldn't bear the thought of her child not having a father. By the time the child was born, I would be forty-six. By the time the child was twenty I would be nearly seventy. Albert was thirty-four at the time, and was in much better shape to raise a child than I was."

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 11:22

Heimlich finished his drink and poured another. "She began seeing Albert," he continued, "and persuaded him to marry her the following January. The following August, Valerie VonVictor was born "prematurely". Cecilia died last year, and my brother has continued to raise his niece believing her to be his daughter. He's putting my daughter up for adoption. I have to do something, but if I tell him, it will destroy him."

"You have to tell him!" Anais shouted, "Heimlich! This is your chance to have a family! That smug son of a bitch doesn't care about her! You obviously do!"

Heimlich looked out the window and noticed the sun creeping up over the horizon. "We can discuss that later," he said, "right now we need to go see Mrs. Kobetz. She may be our best link to finding them."

"No," Joseph said firmly, "we will go see Mrs. Kobetz. You will go see your brother and work this out."

Heimlich glanced to Anais for a sympathetic vote, but he could see in her eyes that she was with Joseph 100%. He nodded, "Alright then." Then remembering, he reached into his pocket and handed Hoover's card back to Joseph, "As promised," he said, "I'm sorry I had to lie to you Joseph."

Joseph took the card back, but it was clear he had not forgiven Heimlich for the breach of trust.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 11:34

Heimlich banged on the door of his brother's hotel room. "Albert open this door right now!" he shouted, "We need to talk!" he tried the knob and found it unlocked. He walked in to find the room a mess, several bottles lying on the floor, and Albert lying on the ground.

"Albert!" he shouted as he ran over to him, "Wake up! You need to be at court in an hour!"

Albert stirred, squinted, and looked up at Heimlich. "The bloody hell d'ya want?"

"You have to be at Barnes' trial in an hour Albert!" Heimlich said, "And from the looks of it you're still drunk."

"I'll be fine!" Albert said, pulling himself to his feet, "I can manage." he finished as he fell to the ground.

Heimlich sighed, pulled Albert to a seated position on the bed, and began combing his hair.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 11:46

"Where we going?" Albert demanded as he looked out the window at the fast moving scenery.

"To court," Heimlich said, "but first we need to stop at my house. I need to change into a suit so I can file a motion to postpone until you sober up."

"I'll be fine!" Albert shouted, "Stop worrying about me old man! I've been practicing law while you've been retired a long time!"

"Albert," Heimlich said, "you're not making any sense. Please just for once keep your mouth shut." They came to a stop outside of Heimlich's house. Heim jumped out of the car, ran up the steps, and entered the front door. Minutes later a woman, looking quite disheveled, came up and knocked on the door. Heimlich answered it and caught the woman who promptly collapsed. A minute later, he exited the front door and made for the car.

As he got back into the driver's seat, he looked at his watch, "We have twenty minutes to get to the courthouse. We'll just make it!"

Albert felt the car spinning around him. "You're a son of a bitch you know that Henry? You've never known when to let go, and now you're trying to tell me how to live my life. She's dead and she's not coming back!" he shouted.

"Albert," Heimlich said, restraining his anger, "keep your mouth shut! If it wasn't for me, you'd still be lying in that hotel room unconscious."

"Valerie told me she hated me, you know that?" Albert said, "She said that she wished I was the one who had died. That ungrateful little brat. She said Mommy was always there for her. Mommy took her everywhere, but Daddy is always at work! Daddy has to work! Daddy can't bear the sight of his dead wife in her little hellspawn every goddamn day!"

They pulled into the courtroom parking lot, and Heimlich helped Albert out of the car. As they rushed up the courthouse steps, they avoided the barrage of reporters. The last thing they needed was Albert making a statement in this state.

Heimlich VonVictor
Heimlich VonVictor

Dec-27-2009 12:00

They entered the building, rushed down the hall, and entered the large wooden doors of the courtroom. The judge looked up, "Mr. VonVictor! Nice of you to join us this morning. Show up late again and I'll have you thrown in jail."

"I apologize your honor," Heimlich said as he and Albert sat down at the prosecutor's table, "but Mr. VonVictor's daughter was kidnapped last night and he has been out all night looking for her. I would request a postponement until such a time as he is able to continue."

The judge glared at Heimlich, "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

"Heimlich VonVictor," he responded, "and I am co-counsel to Mr. Albert VonVictor in this case. Barring a postponement I will be taking the lead today."

"Mr. VonVictor," the judge asked, "Mr. Albert VonVictor that is. Is this true? Do you wish to add co-counsel?"

Albert stood up wavering and supporting himself with the table. "No your honor! This man forced his way in here and is attempting to undermine my prosecution! He is also on the defense's witness list and therefore cannot be in the courtroom at this time." he said forcefully.

The judge nodded. "I surmised as much," he said with a smug smile, "Mr. VonVictor, you're in contempt of court. Bailiff! Take the second Mr. VonVictor into custody."

"What?" Heimlich shouted, "No! Your honor I object!"

The judge banged his gavel. "You cannot object! You are not counsel in this case!" he yelled. The bailiff slapped cuffs on Heimlich and led him from the courtroom. "Now Mr. VonVictor, are you prepared to procede?"

"Yes your honor," he responded, "the prosecution calls detective Alan Hill."

Detective Hill walked up to the witness stand, was sworn in, and sat down. Albert walked up to him, "Now Mr. Hill is it not true that you found hair belonging to Graham Barnes at the scene of the crime?"

"Objection!" Ronald Cambridge shouted, "Leading the witness."

"Sustained." the judge said, "Watch it Mr. VonVictor."

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