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Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-7-2009 22:10

"Brr... I'm cold."

Those were the first words that came out of Elizabeth March's mouth as she entered the hall of the well located house in London. Luckily, the place was warm and cozy.

Empty, too. She wondered were all the servants were.

Well, they'd show up, eventually. She could bet they were in the kitchen, talking and playing cards. She didn't mind. They deserved their rest and some fun.

With that in mind, she moved to the living room, dragged a chair near the fireplace and sat there, just staring at the roaring fire.

Much was in her mind. Her past life as a burglar still haunted her. All the wrong things she had done still lived in her nightmares. The woman let out a tired sigh. All that was in the past now.

She had a new life. An agency. Friends. A new name.

Yes. A new life.

It could be a better one, if she didn't have to carefully hide her past from everyone. She had to mind every word that came out of her mind. Every letter she received. Every phone call...


Damn phone.

She sighed and got up, reluctantly.


"Miss Elizabeth March?"

"Yes. Who's there?"

"Just a friend who wants you to know that dreams may shatter like glass..."

"What, what do you..."

He had hung up, and so did she.

She was still standing by the phone, trembling, when she heard the footsteps. She didn't turn around. It was probably just one of the servants. Yes, it was Gerald, her butler.

He had asked something whose meaning she couldn't reach. Maybe how she was.

"Sorry, Gerald. I'm fine. I was talking on the phone, and felt slightly light-headed."

She forced a smile to the man. He smiled back.

"Maybe you should take a bath and rest, ma'am.", the man suggested, carefully.

"Not now. I've got a phone call to make. After that, I'll do what you say."

She watched as the man left the room and picked the phone back up. She dialed a number, hoping the person on the other side was home. (...)


M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-18-2009 14:37

Marc and Joseph made it to the theater in record timing. They walked inside and found O'Leary sitting in the upper balcony on the left side of the stadium watching anxiously as the large Italian man was singing on the stage.

Joseph and Marc made their way up to the balcony and stood in the shadows. No one could see them unless they walked right in front of them. Behind them was a door and they stood in front of it like a couple of security guards.

"Joseph, when this scene ends and the lights go off, we grab him and take him outside. Make sure he doesn't make a sound." Marc said.

Five minutes later, the scene ended and the lights went off as the stage was being set up for the next scene. In the blink of an eye, the two men made their m0ve grabbing O'Leary and drug him silently outside into the dark alley. It was getting dark ouside. That was good. They could interrogate O'Leary, go back to the hotel and talk to Elizabeth about him.

Joseph threw O'Leary against the wall and O'Leary fell with a "thud". "Mr. O'Leary," Marc said.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
"Oh I just want to know your connection with Elizabeth March."
"Don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood."
"Elizabeth March.....ah yes, an old gangster gone good. Yes, I remember now she sold us out to the FBI a few years ago. I swear if I ever saw her again, I'd..I'd.."
"You'd what?" Joseph asked.
"I'd probably killer her."
"Would you now?" Marc said, "You see, she's been getting strange phone calls from somebody telling her that dreams may shatter like glass. I have spoken to three people whom all three have valid alibies. They couldn't have done it, but now, I think it's you."

O'Leary laughed out loud. "You think it's me? I haven't talked to her in years!"
"Years? I think you're lying," Marc said picking him up, "You and I are going to go for a little walk."

A little walk turned five flights of stairs and Marc picked up O'Leay and dangled him over edge. (Cont..)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-18-2009 14:49

"Now, I'm going to ask you, do you have any alibi for two days ago around nine o'clock p.m.? She recieved a phone call with a threatening message."

O'Leary started to sweat as he held on to Marc's arms for dear life. The fall wouldn't kill him, he knew that, but it would break a leg if not, both of them.

"No I dont' have an alibi!" He screamed in fright.

"Did you call her?!" Marc snarled, "Did you threaten her?"

"Why should I tell you? When I do, your just going drop me!"

"No, If you tell admit to doing it, then arrest you."

"But I didn't do it!"

"Liar!" Marc screamed in his face. Every instinct in his gut was telling him that O'Leary was the man who did it. He knew that O'Leary did it. The problem now, was to prove it. Marc let the man go. Tim screamed as he fell and there was gut wrenching "Snap" as the man it the ground breaking his leg. With the instant of the snap, O'Leary screamed out in pain. That was worst interrogation method Marc had ever used during his careers as a police officer and a private detective. But it made him talk. At the same time, O'Leary was hiding something.

Marc and Joseph left. "You're going to leave him there?" Joseph asked.
"Yes, one of his goons will find him and he will be taken to a hosptial where he will stay for while. He's not going anywhere any time soon. They got back to the hotel room and Marc knocked three times in which Charlie answered the door. Inside the room, there was a third man who was introduced as Clift Garrett and the two men, Marc and Clift shook hands. Marc then turned to Elizabeth and asked, "What was your relationship with Tim O'Leary? I think he's the one who has been threatening you."

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-18-2009 21:36

Molly could see in the dim light now, and she saw that Jack was holding Annabelle in front of him. She leaned limply in the crook of his arm.

"What did you do to her?" Molly asked anxiously, wondering if they had come too late and she was already dead. She wiped her hand on her light blue skirt, leaving a vivid red streak down the length of the material. She edged forward.

"Drop your gun and I'll tell you." Jack said, and thinking only of her child, Molly hastily complied. Jack nodded once, and then grinned cheekily at her. "No need to worry, just a little chloroform."

And with that, he lifted his own pistol and fired.

Pain blazed through Molly's left shoulder and she fell to her knees with a gasp, her other hand reflexively feeling the wound. Blood was already soaking through her jacket rapidly.

"Hm. My aim must be off." Jack said, raising his gun again slowly. Molly cast her eyes at her pistol lying only inches away, but Jack's using her daughter as a shield prevented her from firing...

Elizabeth March
Elizabeth March
Sleuth About Town

Nov-19-2009 00:03

By the time Marc returned to the hotel room, Elizabeth was already back to her usual calm self. She was lying on her bed, trying to remember more names as to the people who could be blackmailing her.

As she saw Marc, the woman sat on her bed and took a deep breath.

"Tim? No, no, no... I don't think he'd do it. At least, not like that".

She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to light a cigarrette, unsucessfully. Her fingers trembled too much.

She gave up on the cigarrette and crossed her hands on her lap.

"We used to work together, 'bout two years ago, and kept on... socializing after that. Have you got any piece of evidence on him?", she asked, dropping back on the bed with a moan.

"I need to get out of this place, or I'm going insane".

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Nov-19-2009 01:34

Wincing, Molly straightened up and grabbed her pistol, ignoring Jack's look of faint surprise as she cocked back her left arm with a strangled gasp of pain but threw it with her trademark true aim--straight at Jack's skull.

The heavy handle hit him just under the eye, and he dropped Annabelle reflexively as he bent to cup his face.

"Put your hands over your head..." a faint voice said, and they both looked over at Pierce, who was sheet-white and braced against the wall, but with his gun held firmly in both hands.

Jack raised his hands slowly, and then suddenly bolted through the back door and into the alleyway beyond. Molly closed her eyes; Pierce slid down the wall and silence settled over the room for a moment before Molly slowly got to her feet and moved across the room, to slump down next to the unconscious Annabelle. After a cursory examination to make sure her daughter was alright, Molly's eyes met Pierce's across the room, and she breathed a sigh.

"Bloody hell, what a jackass..."she said, and nodded succintly at this thought just before she fainted.

Charlie Cain
Charlie Cain

Nov-19-2009 08:56

Charlie sat in his chair listening to the story Marc and Joseph laid out. He couldnt help but notice that things were not adding up. Elizabeth deffinately had some dark secrets.

After Marc had finished filling them in he and Charlie stepped out in the hall. " Marc its Elizabeth earlier she started talking about her past... not much though. I think we need to get this info out of her." Charlie said

Charlie headed back in the room to talk with his friends Joseph and Clift while Marc stayed in the hall. Thinking about his next move.


Nov-19-2009 10:27

"Damn,I'm sure this is the address" Vulkie said,breathing heavily and looking around. "Where did Molly and that bodyguard of hers go?" Vulkie murmered and then,a shot rang.

"There's my cue..." Vulkie said and she rushed towards the place where the "sound" came from. It was an old bar,presumably no customers in it. The looks of the outside decided that definitely.

"Drop... Gun... Tell..." Vulkie heard.

Just then,Vulkie "pushed" the door a bit open,looking inside.

"Billings!" Vulkie thought and Vulkie took her gun out.

"Just a little chloroform" Billings said and with that,he fired at Molly.

"Molly!" Vulkie murmered,but she waited. Vulkie just waited. Pierce was lying on the floor,looking at Vulkie. He nodded. Just then,Pierce stood up,aimed at Billings,but Billings was already long gone. Then,Molly and Pierce fainted.

"Hang on guys!" Vulkie murmered and she ran into the bar,to the phone. Vulkie began to dial,hoping that someone would pick up.

"Hello,Hotel Greenwood,how can I help you?" the receptionist said. "No questions,connect me immediately to room 905. NOW!" Vulkie shouted.

The phone rang and rang and rang... Just then,Charlie picked the phone up...


Nov-19-2009 10:30

"Charlie,it's me,Vulkie. Molly and Pierce have been shot down. Molly's daughter is also here,but she's fine,just unconscious. Please inform the rest,I'm going to call the hospital and ask for an ambulance." Vulkie said with one breath and "disconnected" the call.

She called the nearest hospital in the neighbourhood and within 5 minutes,Molly and Pierce were taken with the ambulance. Vulkie stayed behind with Molly's daughter.

Just then,Molly's daughter woke slowly up and shouted : "Who are you?! WHERE AM I?!"

Vulkie calmed her down and explained what happened.

"Your mommy is going to be alright." Vulkie said,and she thought : "I hope" after the sentence.

"We're going to some friends of your mother,you'll be safe there." Vulkie said and so she left with Molly's daughter to go to Charlie,Elizabeth and Marc.


Nov-19-2009 10:33

(just saw that I made a little error,thanks to Marc also,but I discovered it also too late -.-. The room Charlie and the gang stays in is 608,not 905 -.- Pardon me for not watching out carefully -.-)

M. Lacrimosa
M. Lacrimosa

Nov-19-2009 10:46

"Tim? No, no, no... I don't think he'd do it. At least, not like that," Elizabeth said, "We used to work together, 'bout two years ago, and kept on... socializing after that. Have you got any piece of evidence on him?", she asked, dropping back on the bed with a moan.

"I haven't got much evidence on him," Marc said, "The only bit I have is that he niether denied nor admitted to it. If he didn't do it, then he sure as hell knows who did it. I can feel it. I'm going to go back to the hospital and interrogate him some more. Joseph? You want to come?"

"Sure, why not?" Joseph said.

Marc and Joseph left the room. On his way out he heard the phone ring but payed no attention to it. It was getting dark outside. It had been three days and Marc had a good enough lead to know that O'Leay knew who was threatening Elizabeth and he was going to get the information one way or another.

They walked into the hospital and went to the registration desk.
"Can I help you?" The nurse behind the desk said.
"I'm here to see a man named Tim O'Leary. Has a broken leg or two." Marc said.

She pulled out the chart and said. "Room 503 on the second floor."

Marc and Joseph walked quickly up the stairs to the room. Standing infront of the door were two of his goons. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up here. Why don't you get lost or we'll make an example of you," One of them said. Joseph and Marc pulled their guns out and ordered the two henchmen to step aside. The two complied and Marc and Joseph entered the room.

Asleep in the bed was O'Leary. Marc grabbed a chair and shoved it under the handle of the door knob and locked the door so no one could get in. Things were about to get brutal. If there was any one kind of person Marc didn't like, it was the kind of person who lied and threatened other people. He didn't like criminals period, but people like O'Leary, he hated them.

He wouldn't kill O'Leay but he would make him talk. (Contin...)

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