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[ram1_2]

I slammed the phone down, fuming. My head was in a bad way, with Gene Krupa hammering a drum solo on my temples. Quake's laugh was still ringing in my ears, too. It was a lie, I was just taking cover from hostile fire behind a dead sheep, but every damn birthday he kept sending gifts and cards like 'There Will Never Be Another Ewe' and 'Ewe're The Only One for Me'. I'd thrown the pair of oversized rubber boots he sent, the ones marked 'Plenty of room for your girlfriend's hind legs', through the office window - without opening it.

Cookie was at the bottom of this, but who was the supplier, where was the stuff coming from? I stuck my head around the door of the general office down the hall. A bigger bunch of incoherent stumble bums and refugees from broken threads I had never seen - and these were the on-duty detectives! In desperation, I jerked my thumb at the least disreputable jerk. 'Get your butt in gear, Davis, you're driving!' We were on our way out of the parking lot in back before the long string bean of a detective spoke. 'Where to, Lieutenant?' The squeaky voice grated, partially because it wasn't Jimmy Washington sitting next to me. 'The docks, East Gate, and slowly, I want to think'. I looked out of the side window, as the street lights flicked by; this thing was bigger than me, it looked like it was bigger than Bing Crosby's bank balance. What had that new girl at Rosy's, the one they called 'Deep Throat', said when she came up for air? Ah, yea...'Follow the money', and I had just thought she was angling for a bigger tip! Davis reached across and flicked on the windshield wipers as it came on to rain.......again

 

[DLL]

Originally posted by ram1_2
I slammed the phone down, fuming. My head was in a bad way, with Gene Krupa hammering a drum solo on my temples. Quake's laugh was still ringing in my ears, too. It was a lie, I was just taking cover from hostile fire behind a dead sheep, but every damn birthday he kept sending gifts and cards like 'There Will Never Be Another Ewe' and 'Ewe're The Only One for Me'. I'd thrown the pair of oversized rubber boots he sent, the ones marked 'Plenty of room for your girlfriend's hind legs', through the office window - without opening it.

Cookie was at the bottom of this, but who was the supplier, where was the stuff coming from? I stuck my head around the door of the general office next door. A bigger bunch of incoherent, stumble bums and refugees from broken threads I had never seen - and these were the on-duty detectives! In desperation, I jerked my thumb at the least disreputable jerk. 'Get your butt in gear, Davis, you're driving!' We were on our way out of the parking lot in back before the long string bean of a detective spoke. 'Where to, Lieutenant?' The squeaky voice grated, partially because it wasn't Jimmy Washington sitting next to me. 'The docks, East Gate, and slowly, I want to think'. I looked out of the side window, as the street lights flicked by; this thing was bigger than me, it looked like it was bigger than Bing Crosby's bank balance. What had that new girl at Rosy's, the one they called 'Deep Throat', said when she came up for air? Ah, yea...'Follow the money', and I had just thought she was angling for a bigger tip! Davis reached across and flicked on the windshield wipers as it came on to rain.......again

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww i finally had time to read this please continue i am so enjoying this.....XXXXXXXX......

 

[barn888]

 

[ram1_2]

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww i finally had time to read this please continue i am so enjoying this.....XXXXXXXX......

Bless you DLL...I am sure that if everyone is having as much as fun as me, they are saving a FORTUNE on illegal substances! Cookie's idea was a masterpiece!

 

[sueanninct]

I slammed the phone down, fuming. My head was in a bad way, with Gene Krupa hammering a drum solo on my temples. Quake's laugh was still ringing in my ears, too. It was a lie, I was just taking cover from hostile fire behind a dead sheep, but every damn birthday he kept sending gifts and cards like 'There Will Never Be Another Ewe' and 'Ewe're The Only One for Me'. I'd thrown the pair of oversized rubber boots he sent, the ones marked 'Plenty of room for your girlfriend's hind legs', through the office window - without opening it.

Cookie was at the bottom of this, but who was the supplier, where was the stuff coming from? I stuck my head around the door of the general office next door. A bigger bunch of incoherent stumble bums and refugees from broken threads I had never seen - and these were the on-duty detectives! In desperation, I jerked my thumb at the least disreputable jerk. 'Get your butt in gear, Davis, you're driving!' We were on our way out of the parking lot in back before the long string bean of a detective spoke. 'Where to, Lieutenant?' The squeaky voice grated, partially because it wasn't Jimmy Washington sitting next to me. 'The docks, East Gate, and slowly, I want to think'. I looked out of the side window, as the street lights flicked by; this thing was bigger than me, it looked like it was bigger than Bing Crosby's bank balance. What had that new girl at Rosy's, the one they called 'Deep Throat', said when she came up for air? Ah, yea...'Follow the money', and I had just thought she was angling for a bigger tip! Davis reached across and flicked on the windshield wipers as it came on to rain.......again

He's getting close, I can feel it!! This is so addictive, I hope it never ends. If this mystery ends, another should begin. This is too good to stop.


Applause, Ram. Applause!


:: Damn, I need more popcorn ::

 

[cookiejar]

 

[Ammo44]

He's getting close, I can feel it!! This is so addictive, I hope it never ends. If this mystery ends, another should begin. This is too good to stop.


Applause, Ram. Applause!


:: Damn, I need more popcorn ::

Here, here....BRAVO!!! Another great job.....great talent on this thread....

 

[DLL]

Originally posted by Ammo44
Here, here....BRAVO!!! Another great job.....great talent on this thread....

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

As I walked into the windy, snowy night, my heart was beating so fast & hard it almost drowned out all other sounds. I didn’t know what to do or where to run. I had no desire to spend the rest of my days in the slammer nor did I want to take on a partner. That cop Mecklenburg had laid it all on the table. There was no middle ground here. It was his way or none.
When I came to LIT City, I came because I wanted a fresh start. Figured it was just seedy enough for me to hide. I had made a lot of friends since coming here, any of who might help me out of this.

I felt like I was being followed…I turned and all I saw was the glow of a cigarette…the snow was blinding at times. I broke into a run, forgetting I had on heels. I could hear someone running after me. The wind was blinding me with the snow now, as I hit the crosswalk, I hit the ice. Feet went one way; ass went the other, as I hit my head hard.

I became aware of sounds I wasn’t familiar with. I knew I wasn’t alone. As I lay here in the dark trying to figure out where I was, it all started to come back to me. The ice, hitting my head, but who had found me? Better yet, who was chasing me? My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and the evening began to come back to me. God I wanted a cigarette.

I hadn’t smoked in several months until that copper Mecklenburg offered me one. I took it to keep from talking, to give my hands something to do while I figured this all out. He said he had the goods on me, knew every bank I had robbed from DC to Charlotte. He wanted in, said he was tired of walking the streets. I took a long drag from my cig and looked him square in the eyes and said,” I thought you weren’t here on official business?” You’re my business doll face so what it going to be? Jail or me? I took a deep drag of my cig & a long drink. How the hell do I get myself into this crap? Lemme Think about it as I got up to leave.

I knew what I had to do, but I needed to find Goddess first. She always keeps a head on her shoulders…. As I pushed open the door, the wind & snow hit me…that was the last thing I remembered. Now where was I? Just as I was turning my head towards the window, the light on the night table came on… As my eyes adjusted to the light…I saw where I was…YOU! I gasped! Mecklenburg just laughed and wickedly said, “I told ya baby, It’s me or jail. I decided after you fell and hit your head it was gonna be me. You have no choice in this.
You were the one following me? I asked. Of course it was me, Mecklenburg laughed. You think after hunting you down to LIT CITY, I was letting you outta my sight He reached over and started playing with my hair…I pulled away. He grabbed me and firmly kissed me. I tried to resist, but I found myself responding to this copper as his lips caressed mine...

To be continued...

I had really done it this time. There was no turning back now. I had played my trump card and this dame had melted. She was Feisty for sure but a well planned blackmail followed by a stroke of good luck, or good ice as the case may be and then a seductive kiss. She couldnt resist.

I had other worries though...

Chiefly among them was the bumbling duo of Quake and Ram. Lieutenant's dumb and just plain stupid. I had figured that while they were slipping around in astroglide that they would never notice what I had been up to. But they were acting strange. Ram wasn't giving me culinary tips as per usual and Quake had taken a strange interest in the size of my manhood. Each in and too its own was inconsiequential, but together it was too much of a coincidence. I was being stalked by a choochette named Legs and the Goddess was sure to disapprove of me strong arming her sister Feisty. Never mind the fact that Cookie was on the lam (or was it lamb?) and she was the one who had turned him on to the Redheadded bandit in the first place. This dick had a lot on his plate.

Besides these minor distractions he also had to deal with a half dazed Feisty who at present was not only in his bed but had just about worn him out in the process of accepting his offer. Was she faking? The eternal question that all men asked. I decided to play it cool.

"You want a butt?" I asked

"If you have any left I will take it" was the response. "and I'll have a cigarette too!"

I lit one for her and decided to get down to business.

"We need to get out of Lit City and find us a joint to knock over"

"I know just the place Mecklenburg" as she puffed out a plume of smoke. " It's a night club where the security is pretty lax. nothing more than a coat check girl and a couple of dancers wearing crazy Fruit hats"

"Do tell?" I querried

"Its called the Club Babaloo. we can knock it over on our way out of town"

"Perfect"

Now how was he going to fool Lts. dumb and just plain stupid?

to be continued....

 

[ram1_2]

'Pull over, damn it! You drive so bad, even the Traffic Division wouldn't have ya......' Davis pulled the wheezy old Ford off to the side of the road; I looked at him in disgust. 'I guess that's close enough to the sidewalk, we can walk the rest of the way.' 'To the sidewalk, Lieutenant?' the detective squeaked. 'No, stupid - to the docks. If anything's going down, I want to surprise whoever it is behind this whole caper.'

The cold rain dripped off my battered snap-brim and ran down the neck of my mackintosh. My shoe leather was wearing so thin that I could feel each wet cobblestone as we squelched our way towards the dock area. Davis had the good sense to leave me alone, and trailed me by half a step, possibly because his brain couldn't handle having to navigate towards the lights in the distance. He would have made a lousy moth. I let us get to within a couple of blocks of the gates before I spoke. 'Do as I tell you, keep your mouth shut and your ears open. That way there's an even chance of two things happening.' The lanky detective used all four of the brain cells available to him, and managed, 'What two things, Lt.?' I grinned in the dark, 'First, that you'll come out of this alive, and second, that you won't need clean underwear.' We were just approaching one of the most dangerous spots in all Lit City, "The Sailor's Rest". Any sailor who stumbled into this bar would certainly be getting no rest from the regulars. Half of them were pimps and the other half were some of the most voracious broads in town. I glanced through a grimy window into the murky atmosphere. No poodle in sight - damn it - but LOTS of pussy. There were some killer AV's in there, but I knew that if I went in I would likely damage my heart permanently, never mind the smoke which would sear my lungs, but good. 'Come on, Davis; stop drooling. If we want any information tonight, we'll have to look to the minor leaguers.' Before his brain activated his mouth, I said, 'The hookers who are so desperate they work in any kind of weather. They might not look the part, but they try harder, a bit like some car rental companies. Oh, I forgot, you might not be into analogies.' 'No Lt., my parents were strict Lutheran!' Davis said, looking shocked.

Exasperated, I jerked a thumb at the lumpy broad with a blonde wig, knock knees, a short split skirt and the start of a beard who was standing on the next corner. 'See? That's the sort of rough trade I'm talking about.......opps! Sorry, Mr Mayor! Didn't recognize you for a moment.' Davis gasped behind me, as His Honor scuttled sideways, like a transvestite crab, into the deeper shadows. I turned to Davis to explain that I really admired civic leaders who were not afraid to come out onto the streets and mix with the people. That's what saved me, for something with a kick like a mule picked me up by the right shoulder and slammed me - hard - against the brick wall. I didn't hear the shot, just the sound of someone screaming in pain and fear. I hoped that it was Davis or the Mayor, either that, or the hitman had taken out a much-loved portion of my anatomy. I felt I was back in St Mihiel again, with the warm, salt taste in my mouth. Just then, everything went pin-sharp for an instant, and I caught a glimpse of a big, black, Packard Town Car sliding off into the fog. Then the darkness took me............

 

[69forever]

Lost at Lit.

The air brakes and downshifting woke me. Slowly stretching the kinks of 20 hours of busses from my bones, I opened my eyes and gazed out the window. Yep, here...Lit. City. So this is what it looked like, heard so much, mostly hearsay, because those that truly went, didn't come back.

Something magical, but with a seamier side. My gal had spoke of it, gone to visit and didn't come back. I'm looking to see what took her away from me.

Maybe it was something I said, or didn't say. God, who remembers all the intracasies of a relationship? Only the important parts, the feel of her in your arms, the smile in her eye.

But what do I know...just a silly old romantic.

As the bus came down main street, towards the station, I checked out the attractions and occomodations, for both would I need in my search. One for distraction and the other for when I found her.

First things first though...I needed a shower, some clean clothes and a good square meal. Then the search would begin....

*to be continued*

 

[tonitits]

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[sueanninct]

Re: Lost at Lit.

The air brakes and downshifting woke me. Slowly stretching the kinks of 20 hours of busses from my bones, I opened my eyes and gazed out the window. Yep, here...Lit. City. So this is what it looked like, heard so much, mostly hearsay, because those that truly went, didn't come back.

Something magical, but with a seamier side. My gal had spoke of it, gone to visit and didn't come back. I'm looking to see what took her away from me.

Maybe it was something I said, or didn't say. God, who remembers all the intracasies of a relationship? Only the important parts, the feel of her in your arms, the smile in her eye.

But what do I know...just a silly old romantic.

As the bus came down main street, towards the station, I checked out the attractions and occomodations, for both would I need in my search. One for distraction and the other for when I found her.

First things first though...I needed a shower, some clean clothes and a good square meal. Then the search would begin....

*to be continued*

New characters! WOOHOO!!!!

 

[sueanninct]

I have the day off from work tomorrow, so I'll be writing another segment. Stay tuned!

 

[EarthquakeMan]

http://www.inexpensivesmokes.com/images/TX8%5B1%5D.gif
Dropping by to pick up a pack of smokes,
pinch the hatcheck girl,
and buy a round for all the dicks and dames.
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[69forever]

The door of the bus swung open with a hiss of air and I was off, carrying my bag over my shoulder....

Before even leaving the station, I felt and smelt it, raw sex, desire and intrigue. Walking out the door I saw a couple embrasing and kissing, obviously apart for awhile by their passion. Down on the corner were a couple painted Ladies of the night, smoking their cigarettes, looking for that last trick of the day.

I walked past them, smiled and blew a kiss as I went around the corner. They giggled and whispered to each other, knowing there was fresh meat in town. I had no time for their charms tonight though, my quest had just begun.

There was a hotel up the street called "Welcum Inn" and I decided then and there to make it my first stop. Walking in the revolving doors, and approaching the front desk, a pretty gal came out and asked "May I help you?"

Looking her up and down, *it had been way too long!* I said "maybe some other time, for now I need a room." She slid the sign in book over and I scrolled my name....James Lusty. She batted her eyes and drawled, "Anytime darlin', anytime." as she handed me the key, letting her fingers scrape against my hand.

My, I thought as I headed for the elevator, this seems like a freindly enough town. Little did I know what lay in store......

To be continued....

 

[Ammo44]

Just another night............

There I was sitting...feet up on my desk.......another hot night in the city....Miami....Home of the 10 month summer and mosquitoes the size of B-52s. My name? Johnny A. Modeo.....Private Eye. My friends call me Johnny..everyone else...trouble.With a capital T.

I was reading the Herald....catching up on news that was older than that 3 day old burrito I ate for lunch. It was 10 PM. No...there is no Mrs. Modeo to go home to...not even a wannabe.....dames are like poison to me......we take turns leaving each other. I should have a revolving door at my apartment... I pored myself another Havana Club when there was a tapping sound at my office door.

I should have known by the sillouhette that this was going to be a different kinda night...."Cmon in......it's open."I looked back down at the paper, only imagining what kind of person would want to call on me at this time of night. "I flew in from New York just to see you. You are a hard man to find." It was said in a sultry, sexy voice.

"Yeah ,well..you can kiss my......." The words froze in my mouth as I saw her. The eyes grabbed me like a Bruno Sammartino choke hold. They were.....green..no blue...no brown.....and shiny. She wore a cutoff Rangers jersey.and lowriders that left barely anything to the imagination. Her coat was suede with fringes....and she had a Prada handbag. She had more curves than Sandy Koufax. her perfume was intoxicating....making me dizzier than that 4 day drinking binge in July.

"My name is Dangerously Low Levis...my friends call me DLL...you can call me Miss. You were recommended to me by some associates of mine. I sure didn't expect to see someone like .....you."
"Grab a chair, doll......or should I say .......Miss?", I said in a softer than usual voice. I lit another Lucky Strike."Those will kill ya.", she said.....smirking. "Life ain't worth living without vices, Miss."

 

[Ammo44]

'Sooo..why'd a good looking dame like you come all the way here to see me?"

DLL popped a cinnamon Altoid in her mouth...than explained how she had a death threat against her from the ever elusive ammo44. That name sent shivers even through me. He wanted her...but was spurned. Must have been his looks, plus the fact that he was accused of racketeering, murder, forgery,armed robbery, and making an illegal left turn at Hillside Avenue and New Hyde Park Road. He was one tough SOB....

She had to tell me twice due to the fact I tuned out...lost in those eyes....her face. "OK.....I'll see where I can pin something on that mug, Miss......but I take cold cash up front." She reached into her jeans pocket.....stretching that body taut to get it....and pulled out a wad that would have choked Seabiscuit. "Will this do, Mr. Modeo?",she purred demurely. That was 6 months worth of cases in her pretty hands.......I took it. "Where can i get in touch with you, Miss?", I asked. "The Airport Hilton, Mr. Modeo.... Room 531.....and you can call me DLL." I swallowed hard and croaked out, "I will........DLL." She got up.....lithe as a cheetah.....moving like the Gulf of Mexico waters....looked back once at me.....and was gone.

I sank back into my chair....looking ahead...like a deer caught in headlights...than shook myself. Dealing with ammo44 could be hazardous to my health.....but worth it for a tomato like DLL. I gulped my Havana Club down..and lit another Lucky. Things were going to get interesting in Miami.....

 

[Ammo44]

I ventured out onto the Boulevard......Biscayne to be exact. Walking there were the usual suspects......drunks, prostitutes, druggies and AMWAY salespersons.

"Hey Jimmy!!!! C'mere...." As luck would have it, my favorite stoolie was there. "Oh.....hi Johnny......feet any flatter from looking for husbands cheating on their wives? Haaaaa haaaaa!!!"
I slugged him hard..knocking him to the pavement. Pulling him up by his ears, I said " You want to meet Mr. Smith & Wesson?" "No! NO! Johnny......I was just kidding!!! I'm your pal...ain't I?" "Why I oughta........tell me ......any sight of ammo44? Where does that weasel hang out lately?" I blew smoke in his face..making him squint and his eyes tear. "Sure Johnny, sure!!! He hangs out at Joe's Stone Crab.....he's at table 44. I hear he's hot after some dame......DLL." "Dropping Jimmy back down to the ground....I jumped into my Pontiac and sped over to Joe's.

When I get there, who do I see outside but DLL. She was dressed in a red gown that showed off her assets well. It looked like it was painted on. She stirred feelings I haven't felt since the 1969 Mets. "Hey tootsie, watcha doing out here? It's not safe for a dame like you to be around....ammo44 is in there." "I know, Johnny...but I couldn't stay away. i was......well.....worried about you... She wrapped her arms around my waist......looked up with those eyes burning into me.....I had to kiss her. Hell..... I NEEDED to kiss her. I squeezed her tight to me and liplocked with her what seemed like days...but was only seconds. Breaking our embrace I knew what I had to do....go into the lion's den.

"Catch you later, baby.....we have some unfinished business." I smiled ...adjusted my fedora.....and went in...DLL's taste still in my mouth.....plus I took the altoid she was sucking on.

Pushing the door open, I carefully went in.....pushed past the snooty maitre'd...and looked for table 44.

 

[Ammo44]

Scoping the joint...........I saw him. Smugly sitting there.....dressed to the 9's......smoking a Cuban cigar....stroking his goatee....surrounded by broads and toadies. Striding through the diners. I approached his table. Ammo44 stood up, seeing the anger in my face, and started fumbling, reaching under his jacket.

"Don't do it, ammo!", I shouted across to him. "You'll be taken out of here under a sheet!" He pulled out his revolver, but I was faster. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Ammo44 dropped his gun to the floor...looked straight at me.....and slumped to the floor, dead as the stone crab on his plate.

Sirens could be heard in the distance......finally the flatfoots were coming. DLL came running in...breathless.....chest heaving."Oh Johnny! You're alive!". She hugged me tight pressing that million dollar body against mine. I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard and deep. Taking her hand in mine, we left Joe's. "Where to, DLL?" I asked. "How about.......my place?", she said in that sultry voice. "You got it, Pretty One.", I whispered into her ear. Things were sure going to be different...............


THE END

 

[sueanninct]

She hated hospitals, hated everything about them. The look, the smell. It gave her bad memories just to be standing in one, but she had no choice. He was here, and she needed to talk to him. She had planned on talking to him at the police station, figuring she’d be safe there. The plan seemed so simple. Go to the station, tell him what she found, and he’d make sure that justice was done. But her arrival at the station only brought her a new set of problems. While walking to the station, she noticed a big black car following her. Whenever she stopped, the car would stop. When she approached the car to see who was inside, it sped off before she could get a look at the occupants. Two minutes later, it was following her again. She ran the last few blocks to the station. There were only a few cops she trusted, and none of them were there. Detective Mecklenburg was last seen in the company of a redheaded woman with freckles on her forearms, and they fancied themselves as a “Bonnie & Clyde” duo. Word is that the woman was a top notch bank thief, and he was on to her, in more ways than one. The Lieutenant wasn’t there, either. Bunkie heard a couple flatfoots talking about how he had been found near the docks, bleeding from a gunshot wound. She knew of a club there, and the strange characters that frequented that place. She herself had personally seen at least a half dozen politicians come out of that place, accompanied by a lady of the night. The fact that he was near the docks sent chills up her spine. Maybe he knew something about the missing Astroglide. He had to be getting close for someone to try and take him out. She had walked out the back of the police station, making sure she wasn’t followed this time, and headed straight to the hospital.

Walking down the hall towards his room, she knew she had to convince him to help her. Maybe he could protect her, or stash her someplace where she’d be safe. Bunkie wasn’t sure if he would trust her. The tiny waitress uniform and 4-inch heels didn’t give her the appearance of a credible person, but she didn’t know what else to do. She found his room, and slowly opened the door. He was lying in bed, hooked up to an IV. From the sound of his steady breathing, she assumed he was asleep. She took a seat in the chair next to his bed. ‘Typical’, she thought. ‘Every time I need a man, he’s sound asleep.’

 

[Ammo44]

An absolutely shameless bump....