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One of my co-workers hired a gumshoe to look into the union local president's financial dealings.

 

I wonder where that's going to lead.  Like, how is a gumshoe going to get the goods, assuming that there are any to be had?

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One of my co-workers hired a gumshoe to look into the union local president's financial dealings.

 

I wonder where that's going to lead.  Like, how is a gumshoe going to get the goods, assuming that there are any to be had?

 

Meanwhile, in fantasy land

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Bad news.

 

Your doctor and the union pres are in cahoots.

I'm pretty sure it's unrelated.  The guy who hired the gumshoe had been an election candidate three times against the incumbent.
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'gonna' get the goods see. take out the head honcho, see. it's all about these union jacks and shady deals, see...'

 

packard as near-delusional wanna-be private eye eddie ginley

And I'm not even the guy who hired the investigator.
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'gonna' get the goods see. take out the head honcho, see. it's all about these union jacks and shady deals, see...'

 

packard as near-delusional wanna-be private eye eddie ginley

 

In walked this dame.  She was a real country girl; I could see through the pretty flora frock that she had legs for miles.

 

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In walked this dame.  She was a real country girl; I could see through the pretty flora frock that she had legs for miles.

 

 

 

he could tell she wasn't any ordinary country mouse. no, there was something off about her walk. he could tell, she had been on the wrong side

 

of the tracks before.  :D

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he could tell she wasn't any ordinary country mouse. no, there was something off about her walk. he could tell, she had been on the wrong side

 

of the tracks before.  :D

 

She tried to hide it with her pretty smile, but I could tell smell she'd seen her way through a few private booths in her day.

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She tried to hide it with her pretty smile, but I could tell smell she'd seen her way through a few private booths in her day.

 

she hopped over to the desk.  the gumshoe watched as the splinters  snagged at her skirt. he knew he had to take her case...even though

 

he was backed logged in shady dealings of casino union bosses.

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she hopped over to the desk.  the gumshoe watched as the splinters  snagged at her skirt. he knew he had to take her case...even though

 

he was backed logged in shady dealings of casino union bosses.

 

The urine-soaked singles  told me she was bad news.  But I couldn't get those cotton...y locks cascading over her shoulders (?) out of my head.

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The urine-soaked singles  told me she was bad news.  But I couldn't get those cotton...y locks cascading over her shoulders (?) out of my head.

Is this always the sort of shit that runs through your head?  A man hired a PI.  That doesn't make a sexual delusion.
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The urine-soaked singles  told me she was bad news.  But I couldn't get those cotton...y locks cascading over her shoulders (?) out of my head.

 

her name was mirna. mirna strawrope. the ole gumshoe leaned back in his chair, an old leather junker. the kind of leather that had been washed hard

 

with the wrong soap,  and put away wet. 'what can i do for you miss strawrope?' he asked, pouring a drink. mad dog 20/20,

 

it was the only thing he would drink. it was cheap and easy...like his women.

 

but this dame was no ordinary dame. he could tell..there was something..special about her. maybe it was that musty smell, like a urinal.

 

maybe it was way she could stand like a sign, warning of the wet floor. he didn't know...but he knew he was going to get to the bottom of it.

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her name was mirna. mirna strawrope. the ole gumshoe leaned back in his chair, an old leather junker. the kind of leather that had been washed hard

 

with the wrong soap,  and put away wet. 'what can i do for you miss strawrope?' he asked, pouring a drink. mad dog 20/20,

 

it was the only thing he would drink. it was cheap and easy...like his women.

 

but this dame was no ordinary dame. he could tell..there was something..special about her. maybe it was that musty smell, like a urinal.

 

maybe it was way she could stand like a sign, warning of the wet floor. he didn't know...but he knew he was going to get to the bottom of it.

 

After a long pause, she leaned over my desk, letting her damp locks drip orangish stains on the stack of bills.  "Let me tell you Eddie.  I've kept my ear to the ground and poked it into a few dark places, and something in this town stinks."

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After a long pause, she leaned over my desk, letting her damp locks drip orangish stains on the stack of bills.  "Let me tell you Eddie.  I've kept my ear to the ground and poked it into a few dark places, and let me tell you, something in this town stinks."

 

eddie leaned in, 'mirna, i've swept through this town more than one time, and until the dusts settles, i can't tell who's who. so spill it, 

 

what's this all about?'

 

mirna spun around, the smell of pine trees wafted through the office 'oh eddie, i'm scared i tells ya'. i'm not all that clean. and well....johnny mopstock has been watching me.'

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eddie leaned in, 'mirna, i've swept through this town more than one time, and until the dusts settles, i can't tell who's who. so spill it, 

 

what's this all about?'

 

mirna spun around, the smell of pine trees wafted through the office 'oh eddie, i'm scared i tells ya'. i'm not all that clean. and well....johnny mopstock has been watching me.'

 

I've heard that name before.  Dirtier than a ... toilet at El Torito on Taco Tuesday.  "You talking about the union boss?"

 

I could see a shiver run down her spine, dampening the carpet beneath her.

 

"If he knew I was here, he'd run me through the ringer...."

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I've heard that name before.  Dirtier than a ... toilet at El Torito on Taco Tuesday.  "You talking about the union boss?"

 

I could see a shiver run down her spine, dampening the carpet beneath her.

 

"If he knew I was here, he'd run me through the ringer...."

 

'alright, alright, wring yourself out in the bathroom' eddie said. mirna, feeling the moistness of her ringlets, went towards the bathroom. 'i trust you eddie, but if you hang

 

me out to dry, i don't know what i'll do'

 

eddie though for a moment. he knew about johnny mopstock and his thugs from a previous case. although he couldn't prove it at the time, eddie was sure that

 

johnny and his gang had been responsible for the 'great spill of '08' it was said that something had been put into the water, something that was causing

 

male pattern baldness in the casino guests. eddie could never prove it, but he knew johnny was behind it.

 

 

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'alright, alright, wring yourself out in the bathroom' eddie said. mirna, feeling the moistness of her ringlets, went towards the bathroom. 'i trust you eddie, but if you hang

 

me out to dry, i don't know what i'll do'

 

eddie though for a moment. he knew about johnny mopstock and his thugs from a previous case. although he couldn't prove it at the time, eddie was sure that

 

johnny and his gang had been responsible for the 'great spill of '08' it was said that something had been put into the water, something that was causing

 

male pattern baldness in the casino guests. eddie could never prove it, but he knew johnny was behind it.

 

I only had one lead, some schmuck that worked the Taj Mahal.  He was a real sad sack of a man, spent his days fingering these half naked Japanese girl figurines.  I knew if I could lean on him, he'd get met the goods.  All it would cost me was case of Tejava and a magnet set.

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omg! we're getting there. but we have to set it up. people just don't want to hear events...

 

they want to be dazzled by a story. duh.

Consider the op page one.  You want a story, you'll have to wait until this person  comes back with some results.  It's either the flat foot finds useful information or he hits a brick wall.  Be patient.  In the mean time, you don't need to clutter this thread with conjecture.
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I only had one lead, some schmuck that worked the Taj Mahal.  He was a real sad sack of a man, spent his days fingering these half naked Japanese girl figurines.  I knew if I could lean on him, he'd get met the goods.  All it would cost me was case of Tejava and a magnet set.

 

>:D

 

frank foreskin was his name. and he was a real piece of work. he took side jobs under the table at casinos. he was what they called a 'cleaner'. but not in the sense

 

the was the cool type of cleaner. no...ole frank was called in after droves of frats would rent out rooms, partying all weekend, leaving rooms smelling

 

of days old vomit, and regret.  frank didn't mind though, kept him under the radar. you see frank did some time for smuggling those half naked japanese

 

girl figurines in from canada. which was odd, because it wasn't illegal to own them, but ole frank, he like to do things the hard way. always the hard way.

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Consider the op page one.  You want a story, you'll have to wait until this person  comes back with some results.  It's either the flat foot finds useful information or he hits a brick wall.  Be patient.  In the mean time, you don't need to clutter this thread with conjecture.

 

no...You want a story, YOU'LL have to wait until we can solve this mystery.  It's either the flat foot finds useful information or he hits a brick wall.  Be patient.  In the mean time, YOU  don't need to rush us...we're getting there.

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>:D

 

frank foreskin was his name. and he was a real piece of work. he took side jobs under the table at casinos. he was what they called a 'cleaner'. but not in the sense

 

the was the cool type of cleaner. no...ole frank was called in after droves of frats would rent out rooms, partying all weekend, leaving rooms smelling

 

of days old vomit, and regret.  frank didn't mind though, kept him under the radar. you see frank did some time for smuggling those half naked japanese

 

girl figurines in from canada. which was odd, because it wasn't illegal to own them, but ole frank, he like to do things the hard way. always the hard way.

 

I had to act quickly.  Franky had seen better days, to be honest, and he was getting a little senile.  He had his stories about traveling to far away places like San Antonio, and San Jose, and 1935.  And that rattail.....  But, on the good days, nothing got past those beady little eyes.  If something stunk in Atlantic City, you can bet Frank could make 1+1=1/2.  If we could just get him out of the dumpster....

 

I picked up the phone and called my trusted side kick ghostrek2[/member] .....

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I had to act quickly.  Franky had seen better days, to be honest, and he was getting a little senile.  He had his stories about traveling to far away places like San Antonio, and San Jose, and 1935.  And that rattail.....  But, on the good days, nothing got past those beady little eyes.  If something stunk in Atlantic City, you can bet Frank could make 1+1=1/2.  If we could just get him out of the dumpster....

 

I picked up the phone and called my trusted side kick ghostrek2[/member] .....

 

eddie headed to ole frank's place. it was out on the black horse pike, off rt 322. it was a distant little shack, landlocked by other houses. but it was home to frank

 

and his side deals. eddie got out of the car, stepping over the cases of redbull and south american shampoo. eddie knocked on the door

 

'open up frank, we got some talkin' to do'. but no one answered. eddie pulled out his piece. a relic from his days on the force. a .357 police issue. 'betty', he called her.

 

got him out of plenty of jams before, and the hairs standing up on the back of his neck, told him, it was time for her to do her thing again.

 

'FRANK! FRANKY!! OPEN UP'. eddie tried the handle...it opened. 'not good', eddie thought, and he knew he couldn't wait for his buddy ghostrek2[/member] to show up, he had to act now.

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eddie headed to ole frank's place. it was out on the black horse pike, off rt 322. it was a distant little shack, landlocked by other houses. but it was home to frank

 

and his side deals. eddie got out of the car, stepping over the cases of redbull and south american shampoo. eddie knocked on the door

 

'open up frank, we got some talkin' to do'. but no one answered. eddie pulled out his piece. a relic from his days on the force. a .357 police issue. 'betty', he called her.

 

got him out of plenty of jams before, and the hairs standing up on the back of his neck, told him, it was time for her to do her thing again.

 

'FRANK! FRANKY!! OPEN UP'. eddie tried the handle...it opened. 'not good', eddie thought.....

 

 

Franky had been mixing the ammonia and the bleach again.  I couldn't tell if it was the toxic cloud or the smell of dead rats that was making my eyes water.  Maybe a little bit of both.  Frank, as usual, was too engrossed in that new fangled transistor radio, listening to Michael Savage, to pay attention to me or the chemistry experiment gone wrong in his toilet.

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Franky had been mixing the ammonia and the bleach again.  I couldn't tell if it was the toxic cloud or the smell of dead rats that was making my eyes water.  Maybe a little bit of both.  Frank, as usual, was too engrossed in that new fangled transistor radio, listening to Michael Savage, to pay attention to me or the chemistry experiment gone wrong in his toilet.

 

eddie strolled up to franky, who had his back turned, tapped him on the shoulder 'franky?'

 

frank turned with a start 'HEY..HEY! WHAT'S THE WHAT MAN? oh...OH...it's you eddie'

 

frank stuttered. 'i don't know nothin'' eddie squinted at him, as he was pulling a cigarette out,

 

and remember that the place was a ticking time bomb of chemicals, put it

 

back gingerly.  'well frank...i didn't ask you anything. yet'  eddie peered over franks shoulder.

 

it looked like few of his prized half naked japanese girl figurines had been broken all

 

over the table near the  radio.  'what's all this franky?' pointing at the dust and debris. 'looks like you had a little ....accident?'

 

franky stuttered. he had a habit of that, when he was nervous, and about to be caught in something, eddie remembered.

 

'it's none of your beeswax there eddie. what do you want gumshoe?' frank asked shift eyed.

 

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eddie strolled up to franky, who had his back turned, tapped him on the shoulder 'franky?'

 

frank turned with a start 'HEY..HEY! WHAT'S THE WHAT MAN? oh...OH...it's you eddie'

 

frank stuttered. 'i don't know nothin'' eddie squinted at him, as he was pulling a cigarette out,

 

and remember that the place was a ticking time bomb of chemicals, put it

 

back gingerly.  'well frank...i didn't ask you anything. yet'  eddie peered over franks shoulder.

 

it looked like few of his prized half naked japanese girl figurines had been broken all

 

over the table near the  radio.  'what's all this franky?' pointing at the dust and debris. 'looks like you had a little ....accident?'

 

franky stuttered. he had a habit of that, when he was nervous, and about to be caught in something, eddie remembered.

 

'it's none of your beeswax there eddie. what do you want gumshoe?' frank asked shift eyed.

 

I knew that look.  He gave me the same look when I asked if he had been smoking.

 

"You don't smell that?"

 

"Smell what?"

 

"Franky, what have you gotten yourself into?"

 

"Who said I'm into anything?  I haven had a drink since 1945."

 

Frank was a well known dry drunk, but I pretended not to hear that.

 

"Level with me, chump.  The word is that there's something going down at the palace."

 

He wouldn't look me in the eye.

 

"C'mon Franky."

 

"I said it ain't nothin' now leave me alone."

 

Just then, ghostrek[/member] walked in and look around.

 

"ok that wired."

 

As i walked out I saw an appointment for Dr. Nick Riviera on the back of a business card.....

 

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I knew that look.  He gave me the same look when I asked if he had been smoking.

 

"You don't smell that?"

 

"Smell what?"

 

"Franky, what have you gotten yourself into?"

 

"Who said I'm into anything?  I haven had a drink since 1945."

 

Frank was a well known dry drunk, but I pretended not to hear that.

 

"Level with me, chump.  The word is that there's something going down at the palace."

 

He wouldn't look me in the eye.

 

"C'mon Franky."

 

"I said it ain't nothin' now leave me alone."

 

Just then, ghostrek[/member] walked in and look around.

 

"ok that wired."

 

As i walked out I saw an appointment for Dr. Nick Riviera on the back of a business card.....

 

eddie jumped into his car, although ghostrek[/member] finally made it to the shack, eddie couldn't wait.

 

he had to find dr. riviera. things were getting sketchy.

 

dr. riviera was well known in the black market for buying hair. for hair transplants. hair fetishes, pillow hair dolls.  any kind of hair. all kinds of hair.

 

it didn't matter. some how this was connected to the 'great spill of '08' but how, eddie wondered.

 

and another thing on eddie's mind. why were all those figurines broken like that.

 

eddie made his way along the blvd. to the good dr.'s office. he suddenly saw something that made the goosebumps pop on his arms.

 

on the corner, there she was mirna, but...not quite mirna. she looked like a $2 tart. and the car she was leaning in was none other

 

than dr. nick riviera.

 

 

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eddie jumped into his car, although ghostrek[/member] finally made it to the shack, eddie couldn't wait.

 

he had to find dr. riviera. things were getting sketchy.

 

dr. riviera was well known in the black market for buying hair. for hair transplants. hair fetishes, pillow hair dolls.  any kind of hair. all kinds of hair.

 

it didn't matter. some how this was connected to the 'great spill of '08' but how, eddie wondered.

 

and another thing on eddie's mind. why were all those figurines broken like that.

 

eddie made his way along the blvd. to the good dr.'s office. he suddenly saw something that made the goosebumps pop on his arms.

 

on the corner, there she was mirna, but...not quite mirna. she looked like a $2 tart. and the car she was leaning in was none other

 

than dr. nick riviera.

 

what the fuck?

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eddie jumped into his car, although ghostrek[/member] finally made it to the shack, eddie couldn't wait.

 

he had to find dr. riviera. things were getting sketchy.

 

dr. riviera was well known in the black market for buying hair. for hair transplants. hair fetishes, pillow hair dolls.  any kind of hair. all kinds of hair.

 

it didn't matter. some how this was connected to the 'great spill of '08' but how, eddie wondered.

 

and another thing on eddie's mind. why were all those figurines broken like that.

 

eddie made his way along the blvd. to the good dr.'s office. he suddenly saw something that made the goosebumps pop on his arms.

 

on the corner, there she was mirna, but...not quite mirna. she looked like a $2 tart. and the car she was leaning in was none other

 

than dr. nick riviera.

 

I was quick to corner him, but before I got too far....

 

"Heeeey yoooou.  You look like a handsome man."

 

I mean, I really am but that's....

 

"I am?"  ghostrek[/member] looked puzzled by the sudden attention.

 

He is?!

 

Ghosty shifted his pants nervously.  He still looked rumpled after that one strange weekend.

 

"Let me tell you what I can do for you...."

 

"Go on"

 

"Not the time, sport.  We're here on a case remember?"

 

But I could tell it was too late.  Visions of a completely naked Deanna Troi running her fingers through his full head of hair were running through his head.  I'm pretty sure.

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I was quick to corner him, but before I got too far....

 

"Heeeey yoooou.  You look like a handsome man."

 

I mean, I really am but that's....

 

"I am?"  ghostrek[/member] looked puzzled by the sudden attention.

 

He is?!

 

Ghosty shifted his pants nervously.  He still looked rumpled after that one strange weekend.

 

"Let me tell you what I can do for you...."

 

"Go on"

 

"Not the time, sport.  We're here on a case remember?"

 

But I could tell it was too late.  Visions of a completely naked Deanna Troi running her fingers through his full head of hair were running through his head.  I'm pretty sure.

 

 

stop plaese

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