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Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Apr-22-2010 21:04

"Cut!" The director screamed. He ran onto the movie set and stared at the lost man in a tacky detective costume. The director was a head shorter than most actors, but his stare was fierce. "I told you for God knows how many times, read your script as it is WRITTEN!"

"But real detectives don't say things like 'What were you doing at the time of the murder.' It's a straight give away to the suspect that a murder had taken place!" The poor man defended.

"God damn it, who cares what you say as long as it's a talkie film. A MOVIE!" The director slapped his script on the prop table. He turned to his crew, "Who hired this genius?"

The crew was stone silent. The cameramen wiped their bulky equipment fervently like their life depended on it. The lighting crew looked at their silver lamps as if they saw it for the first time. The soundman listened to his playback looking for noises that didn’t exist.

A young man in a plaid sweater put up his shaking hand, "but sir, you said you wanted an authentic guy to play the part, so I got you a real detective."

"I said I wanted an authentic LOOKING guy, Martin! Not the real deal. This is show biz, use your brain, if you're not SITTING on it!!" The stumpy director bellowed.


A voice light as chimes cut through the quarrel. "Boys, if you don't mind, I'll just go powder my nose." The lead actress with white blonde hair and the figure of an hourglass floated back into her dressing room.

"Yes of course, certainly my darling." The director cooed. He then turned coldly to Martin and the detective. "We'll take a 15 minutes break for you two to sort this out."

"Break! 15 minutes!" Martin announced, he then turned apologetically to his friend, "I'm so sorry, detective Zeo. I know most of this doesn't make sense, but can you please stick to your lines?"

Joseph Zeo looked at his shiny detective costume and gave a weak smile, "I dig what you mean," he sighed, "and you know I wouldn't have taken the job if I wasn't low on dough.


Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

May-2-2010 21:22

“Alright,” Riza said, drawing her gun. They made their way up the steps in front of the house. Joseph slowly poked his gun in the door, followed by his head as he looked around. “Follow me,” he whispered. They crept through the ground floor of the dark house. Every creak of the floorboards put them on edge because it was strangely quiet…perhaps a bit too quiet.

A minute later they came upon a figure sprawled on the ground in front of them. They looked at each other.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

May-2-2010 22:08

Riza then tried for the light switch but the room remained dark. Zeo took out his flash light and examined the room. "Someone shot the lamp and blew off the bulb," Zeo remarked as he approached the small bullet hole in the wall, "and this... is a .45."

"Marc?" Riza exclaimed.

"I sure hope not." Zeo said solemnly.

Riza knelt and examined the body. The tall figure had both his knee caps shattered. He suffered multiple fracture on his skull and his right eye socket was mushed to a pulp. "It looked like Marc did it alright, he might as well put his signature on it."

Zeo ran his fist to the wall and the room shook. "What the hell are you doing my friend?" Zeo muttered to himself, then he stood tall and told Riza, "I'm reporting this to the authority."

"Are you out of your mind?" Riza walked toward Zeo, but he only turned away to head for the phone.

"This investigation is getting out of hand. We cannot allow people to die like this, no even if they turn out to be scums." Zeo picked up the receiver and dailed, "and you know I used to be a cop."

"But--" Riza wanted to say 'but you're not anymore' when Zeo spoke up.

"Hello, it's me. Yeah.... good. But before you tell me the address, I need to report on a dead body. 7 Lakeview Street, it's a white Victorian house. No, I have no idea who he is, but this is Sleven Sloan's house... no... I don't know who did it either... His body's getting cold when we found it..."

Riza smiled to herself. Rigid as Zeo was, he still covered for his friend. When Zeo was done on the phone, he turned around with a glint on his eyes. The man was determined.

"New lead. My old bureau pal traced Marc's call. It's from the house of someone named David Rodgers, and guess what? My friend found out he's Simone and Johnny's cousin." Zeo said.

"I just hope we're not too late." Riza said as the two hurried off.

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-4-2010 08:40

There was no one there.

With a raise of her eyebrows, Molly holstered her gun and moved into the front room, casting an experienced eye around. The door had creaked open wider with a gust of wind, and must have made that noise.

"Don't get jumpy now, gal." she advised herself, and turned to survey the last couple of rooms. In one, she found the oddest thing.

Moving to a nearby table, she gingerly picked up a brown wig and eyeballed it with mixed feelings of disgust and curiosity.

"What on earth?" she deliberated for a moment, examining it closely, then set it down on the table, filing away the information for a later date. She would ask Simone about it when she saw her next.

"Well, back to my flat it is." she whispered to herself, and walked away, humming lightly.

*back at Mollys*

Molly let herself in her door, which she noticed was unlocked. This immediately raised her suspicions, and she listened intently to discover muffled sounds coming from her kitchen.

She walked in and surveyed a number of things in quick sucession. One, a bloody man was tied up and seated in a chair, Vulkie was seated nearby, and there was a very familiar package sitting on the table. No one moved for a tense second.

"Did you eat all my snacks?" Molly said mournfully, her eyes on the empty package in the middle of her table. "Those were my very favorite, you know."


May-4-2010 09:10

"Wh... Where.. Where am I?" Tony asked, looking directly towards Vulkie. She blinked with her eyes and said : "You're at a safe place. At least, for now. You will have to wait until my friend returns to her home. She'll make it very comfy for you" Vulkie replied and took a small biscuit from the package that Joseph and Riza had discovered, to go with the coffee.

"You know, I always had a fancy for mob guys. Remembers me of Lucky..." Vulkie murmered, as she took a bite of the biscuit she had just taken out of the package.

"You mean Luciano? Lucky Luciano? You are that b*tch that betrayed him, right? Yeah, I remember it. Lucky was furious when he heard you betrayed him! You are a small part of his exile, you b*tch!" Tony shouted furiously.

Vulkie gave him a slap in his face. "I didn't betray him! I gladly took the money he offered me, to set up my friends. But it made me regret... so, that's why I betrayed him!" Vulkie said, as she looked furiously towards Tony, who swallowed a bit. He remembered the cold face that Vulkie had in his apartment.

Suddenly, someone opened the front door. "You shut your mouth, got it?" Vulkie murmered, as she took her gun out and placed it next to her, nearby the kitchen sink.

Tony nodded and Vulkie waited for the person to enter. As the person entered, Vulkie immediately recognized Molly.

"Did you eat all my snacks?" Molly asked mournfully, her eyes on the empty package in the middle of her table. "Those were my very favorite, you know."

"Sorry Molly. Joseph and Riza found the package, and made it open, to discover some biscuits. I couldn't refuse and they also couldn't refuse to take some.." Vulkie replied.

"You owe me a package then." Molly replied, looking a bit angry at Vulkie. (cont.)


May-4-2010 09:20

"Well, I got some company for you. I thought you were lonely and I brought a guest with me. Meet Tony. Tony, Molly, Molly, Tony. He's going to stay with you for a few days. He's our bargain for our latest case" Vulkie said and she explained what happened, from the movie studio till Tony's apartment and Dr Hoo's treatment.

"Right... So let me get this clear. You are helping Joseph, Marc and Riza to solve a mysterious threatening note case, in which a famous movie actress is involved. Her brother made some pictures of girls in an "embarrising" position, he threatened LCN and got killed. We don't know who's involved, we only know about a woman with brown bushy hair and a pair of sunglasses is involved in this case... Meanwhile, you decided to keep Tony alive as a bargain?" Molly said, as she took some deep breaths while she recapitulated the story Vulkie explained.

"That's about it" Vulkie said. "Then I may have found an important clue... It's still left at Simone's house, she's a dear friend of mine, you know..." Molly began, but Vulkie interrupted her.

"What kind of clue?" Vulkie asked impatiently. "It's rude to interrupt people when they're telling of one of their friends, you know... Anyway, I found a wig there.. And it fits the description. A brown wig, bit bushy..." Molly said.

"Great work Molly. Say, can you stay with our dear friend Tony here. I get the feeling you and he can get along very well. Then I'll pop of to Simone's villa. You happen to know the address?" Vulkie asked.

Molly wrote the address down on a piece of paper. Vulkie picked her gun up, stashed it back to the place where she kept it and said : "If Joseph shows up, tell him where I'm off to. Otherwise, I'll try to phone him..." Vulkie said.

Molly looked up at her, still furious about her package. "I'll try so. Good luck" Molly said and Vulkie went off to Simone's villa..

Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

May-12-2010 13:12

Silence fell over the kitchen as Vulkie departed, and Molly slowly crossed her arms and studied Tony with a blatantly appraising look.

"Why are you in my kitchen?" she asked finally, tilting her head, green eyes flicking over the man curiously. "You look like hell." she added. The Italian man rolled his head back to stare at her defiantly.

"Your lunatic friends brought me here. Called it a safehouse." he snarled.

"And who did that to you?" she asked, waving a hand at his injuries.

"Some crazy woman. Boots. Crazy eyes." he said, and Molly smiled in a thin-lipped way.

"I imagine you mean Riza Hawkeye. She is not one to cross." she said thoughtfully, then pulled up a chair and sat close to him, cradling her small pointed chin in one hand.

"What were they looking for?"

"Like I'm going to tell you!" he said gruffly, but Molly merely crooked one side of her mouth.

"I could just call and ask my friends. I rather figured you'd want to be spared the humiliation of not being in control of what happens to you, or indeed what you can tell me by yourself."

"They were asking about a job I did a while back on a guy named Johnny, and... some photos."

"Photos of?"

"Hell if I know."

"Tony." Molly said after a pause. "I don't believe you."

The silence stretched on.

"You know, I'm sure you heard one or more of those 'friends' of mine as you call them, state emphatically that I'm not particularly a friend. Joseph Zeo, I daresay." a flicker in his eyes confirmed her suspicion. "And, I happen to know you from the crowd at LCN. Lets just say, you can call me a friend of a friend. Now, I'm just as interested in protecting my benefits friends at LCN as you are. If this mess was cleared up, well, it would be best for us, don't you think? So perhaps you ought to tell me what you do know, and I'll see what I can do about it."

Tony looked at her appraisingly, and she could tell by his expression that he now recognized her. With a deep breath, he leaned close...

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