Post by Hat Salesman on May 20, 2008 20:49:53 GMT -5
I sat at my desk for most of the day, as usual. I pored over the papers on my desk, faxed in from the police earlier that day. 11 murders, 29 robberies... Not one phone call. I leaned back on my chair, and my eyes were drawn to my door. Joseph Coldwich, Private Eye... Bullshit. I'd only had one case, and that was from old Emily Barnett across the street. The milkman had not come that day, and it turned out he was vacationing. I'll never have a case... And as I thought that, the phone started to ring.
"Joseph Coldwich, Private Eye, at your service. Who is this?"
"I am Reverend Daniel Ortega of the Church of Mercy. It is located next door, conveniently. Make haste, for I fear there is not much time to spare."
"I'll be right there" I hung up the phone and grabbed my jacket. I pushed open the door, which had no lock. I'd have to fix that.
As I opened the door, the stench was overwhelming. the police were starting to arrive, and they kicked down the door like it was nothing. I had just knocked. As they ran in brandishing weapons, I held up my badge. "I'M JOSEPH COLDWICH! I'm investigating this case!" They slowly lowered their weapons. Someone stepped forward.
"Hello, Joseph. We meet again."
"Oh for fuck's... Hello, sir." It was my old captain, Clive Barker.
"Well then, I would assume that we were both notified of the disturbance?"
I nodded.
"Then stand aside. You are a civilian standing on the scene of a crime. Now go. Shoo!" Clive waved his arms in the direction of the destroyed door.
Well, I walked out and, knowing the place rather well, even though I hadn't known the priest, walked around back. I took a pick from my coat and jammed it into the lock, opening it in two seconds. I slipped in, careful not to make noise, and turned a corner, behind which I got very soon afterward. This building was small! The police hadn't worked this efficiently from what he had remembered. He heard a slight scuffling noise from somewhere behind a pillar. He whipped around, only to find a man wearing a long black robe waiting.
"Please! It is only me, Daniel Ortega!"
Alright, I'm still continuing this story.
"Joseph Coldwich, Private Eye, at your service. Who is this?"
"I am Reverend Daniel Ortega of the Church of Mercy. It is located next door, conveniently. Make haste, for I fear there is not much time to spare."
"I'll be right there" I hung up the phone and grabbed my jacket. I pushed open the door, which had no lock. I'd have to fix that.
As I opened the door, the stench was overwhelming. the police were starting to arrive, and they kicked down the door like it was nothing. I had just knocked. As they ran in brandishing weapons, I held up my badge. "I'M JOSEPH COLDWICH! I'm investigating this case!" They slowly lowered their weapons. Someone stepped forward.
"Hello, Joseph. We meet again."
"Oh for fuck's... Hello, sir." It was my old captain, Clive Barker.
"Well then, I would assume that we were both notified of the disturbance?"
I nodded.
"Then stand aside. You are a civilian standing on the scene of a crime. Now go. Shoo!" Clive waved his arms in the direction of the destroyed door.
Well, I walked out and, knowing the place rather well, even though I hadn't known the priest, walked around back. I took a pick from my coat and jammed it into the lock, opening it in two seconds. I slipped in, careful not to make noise, and turned a corner, behind which I got very soon afterward. This building was small! The police hadn't worked this efficiently from what he had remembered. He heard a slight scuffling noise from somewhere behind a pillar. He whipped around, only to find a man wearing a long black robe waiting.
"Please! It is only me, Daniel Ortega!"
Alright, I'm still continuing this story.
