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Damsel in the case

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The case was closed. Finished. I watched the closing act as the rain washed the window and washed away my crush on pretty Penny Paige. Down in the street, Penny was running to her handsome prince while the cops loaded Ivan Crow into the paddy wagon. Crow wouldn't be taking pot shots at Penny anymore.

A tip and a paper trail had led me to the truth. A birth certificate told me Penny was millionaire Willie Coldstein's lovechild. A will told me Coldstein had set her up a trust fund with a cool seven million clams in it. That's seven million motives for murder. An Army file told me Crow was a crack shot and Coldstein's cousin by marriage. Being Coldstein's only living relative besides pretty Penny put him next in line for all that dough. I made the call and the cops caught him red handed. End of story.

Well, not quite the end. I noticed a car I knew damn well parked out back and decided to poke around. I heard somebody in Crow's apartment, popped the lock and had a peek. Finding Paula tied up in his living room was the last thing I expected.

But Crow hadn't grabbed Paula. The camera and lights on tripods, the darkroom set up in the john, and boxes full of rope, tape and kinky stuff told me Paula was there for business. Paula did some modeling when she wasn't answering my phone and talking up clients. I found pictures of dames all tied up and gagged. Crow shot kinky pictures for a living.

Paula was squirming around in a honking big suitcase set on the floor. A roll of tape, some rope, a bottle of cheap wine and stacks of funny money had been tossed in with her. A phone, cuffs, and other props were next to her. She was wearing a next-to-nothing black nightie, and some of that tape covered her luscious lips.

"Tough day at work, baby?" I asked.

"Mmmmp!" Paula mewed, giving me that "I'm going to kill you" look.

"What's the matter? I don't pay you enough?"

"Mmmp!" She shook her head.

I walked over and put my hand on the suitcase. "I've just closed one case. Maybe I ought to close this one, too."

"MMMP!" Paula thrashed around and I laughed. I went to the camera. "He'd just started shooting when the cops showed up? We've got a lot of film left here. "

I moved the phone, then scooped Paula up and put her near it. "Let's see if you can make a call." I got the camera ready. "Smile!"

story by scorpionlover42

and another :

When would his bad luck end?
WHEN????
He had done everything right! Everything!
To the world she was Sarah Blake, just another gal that worked 9 to 5 (in her case in a model agency..., as an accountant? What was wrong with the guys running the place?), had no relatives in this town and no friends either. But she was in fact the daughter, the only daughter, of the estranged son of Atticus McKinley, the richest man of the state! And, as her grandfather had ordered her to be brought here so he could reveal her to the world 'in a proper fashion', his latest trophy wife had hired him to 'get rid of her'.
No problem, after all she was staying at the city's top hotel, under the guise of a 'recluse foreign milionairess'. He checked in at the hotel at 10:00 PM, and when he got out at 04:00 AM his suitcase was now way heavier... To make things better it was raining like a deluge as he got out of town and came to here, to his favorite hideout (another hotel, deep into the mountains, almost vaccant when it wasn't snowing out there), so there was no chance of the cops to follow his tracks... (as if the secretary or the female bodyguard assigned to her could give them anything!)
So he checked in at the hotel, brought his suitcase and opened it as the girl was waking up...
And turned on the radio to hear some music (and muffle any sound that the girl could make... even after he warned her to don't do any) and, after a couple of songs he hadn't liked, there was this special News bulletin.
Atticus McKinley and his wife had just died in a car crash.
And there he was now: Having just commited a federal offense (he had crossed the state line after all), with his victim wide awake and able to recognize him anytime... without any chance of getting a single buck out of it!!!!
The perfect crime, turned into a perfect flop!
What should he do?
He wasn't into murder or stuff like that, and the money he had received as his first payment wasn't going to last...
He kept staring at nothing, pondering his options, as the rain fell down....
...and the actress hired by one (of many) of Atticus' underlings to pose as his granddaughter in order to fool any reporter that could learn about her  was now worrying at what this brute would do if he realized that her 'secretary' was the real Sarah Blake!
She hoped that the music (even as bad as they were) went on forever!


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FrancoisBordeaux's avatar
Good composition :) (Smile)