Sunday, August 29, 2010

THE PRINTS AND THE POPPER ~ ~ Epic*sode 18 ~ "BITE BETTER THAN BARK?" ~ By Absolutely*Kate and Harry B. Sanderford of Harbinger*33





Mosey through Epic*sode Clicks:
Epic'sode 17 ~ Cassidy & Sundance
Epic'sode Sweet 16 ~ The Great Escape
Epic'sode 15 ~ A Wise Ass
Epic'sode 14 ~ A Wrinkle in Time
Epic'sode 13 ~ Lucky For You?
Epic'sode 12 ~ Midnight Cowboy
Epic'sode 11 ~ The Shadow Knows
Epic'sode 10 ~ The Pissing Match
 Epic'sode 9 ~ Chain, Chain, Chain 
Epic'sode 8 ~ Too Cool!
Epic'sode 7 ~ Meet Virginia
Epic'sode 6 ~ I See the Light
Epic'sode 5 ~ Lucky Shot
Epic'sode 4 ~ Hi Jinks
Epic'sode 3 ~ Groping Against Grope
Epic'sode 2 ~ The Clot Thickens

and the original mystery of it all ~  Epic'sode 1 ~

 ~ ~ EPIC*SODE 18 ~ ~

~ By Absolutely*Kate
Harry B. Sanderford
Whose Prints?  ~ ala Kac
Eddie hung up with Mary Lou and iPhoned Detective Davenport.  “Any word from your friend at the lab?”
"Good mornin’ to you too, Junior,” Leon replied, knowing his sarcasm was as lost as civility.  “Yeah Fat-Cop . . . that’s Officer Burger to you, left me a voicemail last night. Says there are no new identifiable prints on the mug. The ones you lifted he said were first class, even complimented you on them, but they do not belong to anyone currently in the system. Tox won’t be in before tomorrow.”

"Chester would be in the system wouldn’t he?” Eddie asked.
"Chester is in the system. Mostly for tilting at windmills so far, but even if Fat had found his prints, well hell it’s his mug.”
"That's what I mean. Don’t you think it’s just a little odd that Chester’s prints aren’t on it?”

"You mean like maybe he was extra careful wiping the cup clean before putting it back on the shelf? I was thinking the same thing Partner.  You got classes this morning or you free to take a ride?”


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Breakfast of Champs ~ htlvhwy
Chester Hanks awoke with a Schlitz induced headache that while not uncustomary was nevertheless annoying.  Eyes closed, he sleepwalked to the bathroom to relieve himself, flushed, and with eyes still closed, shuffled the 14 steps to the refrigerator where he popped the top on a cold can of good morning and drained its contents entirely before squinting out at the day.  The replenishing effects were immediate but short-lived as the events of the preceding night flooded home. He heard soft snoring coming from his bedroom followed by an awfully official sounding knock at his door. FUCK, is what he thought. “Just a minute, hold yer horses, I ain’t dressed,” is what he yelled at the front door before hurrying to close the bedroom door. Hoping like hell the bulk under the blankets was Ruby. He buttoned his fly and finger combed his hair before opening the door. “How can I hep ya?”

"Good morning Mr. Hanks, sorry to wake you.”  It was 11:15 and the boozy, bodily, funk of debauchery issuing forth from the capsule unsealed, caused Detective Stine to take a shallow breath and a step back.

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"Don't call to complain about evidence left out when you over-helped-yourself to use news of what tales I told you and what tales you thought you'd connoitered out of me Newspaper Dame! If it's all the same, I wouldn't give a wooden nickel Penny for any sad, sorry, sympathy story you have about how your nose for news is out of joint.  Sources and the resources of sources are to be checked closely, very closely ~ So, have you any plans this evening?"
Penny for her thoughts ~ ala Sion Fullana
"Well you've got your nerve Caracas, Noir Ace your fame to claim aims to be! Who are you to scoff at twisty roads you signal-flagged me to chase down? It certainly took miles of calls and calling in favours to type that ink by press time. I want you to understand I insist what's read in black and white BE black and white. Shades of grey are more like song lyrics from the 60's or 70's, I'm not sure which, though I'm persistently precise. I could look it up but I'd much rather know ~ Are you going to tell me past convoluted conjecture who YOU think is behind that jiffy death-by-popcorn, the disappearing act of the hometown cinematic reviewer and the bloody scenes behind the scenes? What's that? Yes, well of course I have my own premises . . . uh, we could discuss them. Say, 8-ish, back for round-two at The Lucky Shot?"
"You're on, Yank. That's a good and plenty place to drink -- I mean meet -- for starters, lady newshound." 

 "Oh Paul you dog, double or nothing on that wooden nickel, your bite is more pleasant than your bark." 

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Talking up a ghost of a chance  ~ ala Abchick
"Hey there Kate. It's me, Carrie. Yeah, I slept off that pool side binge-splurge we had to drink and then spun off into a really good think. And . . . uh, there really is something I have to tell you about someone you may or may not have seen AT THE BIJOU who I can tell, knows what's going on, sight unseen, y'know? I just can't keep this to myself anymore, I just can't. It's creepin' me out all under my skin. Listen, don't hem and haw or give me any bum's rush jaw -- I'm heading right over. We've gotta talk before I get the heebie jeebies. Even though no doubt this phenomenon I sense is helping my writing style, I want to not look over my shoulder so damn much at what I expect to be sudden boogie woogies when I'm not even playing new Indie group's tunes. C'mon Kate! I'm crazy curious and you've never been able to pull off a coy one dang day in your life I betcha sure as Sugar deals extra Milk Duds under the table to folks she likes more than others. So yeah. I'm coming over. You got coffee right -- ?"
"Carrie ~ Carrie?"
"Saaaay, who was that Kate? Could it have been that Carrie from the BIJOU since you double dribbled her name? Ain't I the clever sleuth, huh? And why're you acting like you're about to see a ghost or somethin? Here, cop a seat. Pull up your blue bowl for some nice nutritious cereal. You know you want to Katie. We've got a dang big pile to spoon up from my nifty siftings. S'OK if I keep the prize, right? I worked mighty hard at getting to what matters . . . "
Despite churning consternation at Carrie's dithered huff as her psyche's apprehension must be nearing comprehension along Phantom trails, Kate smirked a guffaw at handsome, hunky Harry's humorous way of trying to get his way. "You always work mighty hard at what matters Har. Matter of fact, you work hard enough to make it jump out and look pretty easy." Lowering her voice into her lean over the crunch that Lucky Charms still made around the standout prize her partner AT THE BIJOU found so magically delicious, she murmured low, "You wanta tell me though -- whassup - I mean what's REALLY up with you lugging Jeanette over here? Like it's a hidey-hole-up or somethin. Geeeez -- You've been pulling a disappearing act several times a day this past month Houdini boy. Don't think I don't notice when the head help's not so handy around how the theatre lights shine. Eddie tried to cover twice last week with some lame  'Down the basement Maam' spin, but that kid can't look a person in the eye and lie for nuttin'. He sure looks a kind, soft eye Jeanette's way though. I know he's gonna be so happy at her being safe and found and sound. You think we should call him?"
Who's whose Lucky Charm?
Harry hunkered down into cereal killin' time and mumbled back as laissez faire as he thought he could pull off without Kate seeing through some holes in how he knit his yarns, "Yeah, yeah - that's a great idea Kid. Eddie just is not going to rest 'til he knows his fave lady of Row Number Nine is doing mighty fine. You go right ahead KatieGirl and make that call. Just go ahead." 
"Wait just a marshmallow picking through minute there Wise Guy. You're pushin' buttons a little too snazzy now. Spill, Har about what's really goin' on. This is my BIJOU taking this strange danger run and I don't fancy the reviews. Every time I got a phone call last week as I recall, you did some fast shoe slither into my office with just happening by to interrupt and check who I was speaking with. Now you show up spoutin' shoot-em-up tales and a tied-tight femme fatale and where the freakin' heck did our sweet Lady J ever get derringer practice out of her girly garters? C'mon Har, give me the dirt clean. There's some BIJOU business goin' on that I've been wondering might have a thing or three to do with this muck of a ruckus. We should put our heads together. Figger some figgerins. -- And you notice? Something still is not at all quite right with our true blue Jay - past the shock factor, I mean. Her voice keeps chirping up a down staircase and if she wouldn't keep lecturing every time I say her eyes are rollin', well heck Har, I'd tell you her eyes are rolling. She can't look steady in one place for any longer than three seconds. What the hell happened during this 'captivity' time you two are rambling on about? You only give out bits and pieces -- "
Sometimes I fall ~ ala RealmOfPain
Jeanette jumped twice -- once out of her chair, once around the rungs of where she tipped it on the blue and white linoleum floor. In erratic goofy glee, she clapped her hands three times. "Harry! Look! Look! I found the decoder ring in the Rice Krispies! It was like Snap, Crackle and out it POPPED. It did! Kate will let me keep it, I'm sure -- I've been through an ordeal and folks are nicer to folks who've been through ordeals, right? Besides, if you get your prize, I get mine. WHICH REMINDS ME -- Did we tell Kate yet about the prize?"
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"Tanya, I've got to get ready for a date, er - appointment with a high caliber interrogation. That means we've got to get you and the trumped up Prof here to a safe house. Especially before his latest shot wears off. Can you stay with him awhile at that Kate's who runs the BIJOU under the cover of a medical professional being professional to look over her under sedation professor? That should work. Keep your eyes, ears and sensitivities open. Something could very well pop up that we can use to rip into Boss Gabardine's seams a little further. From my briefing, he's appearing much too confident for someone under the upheaval of what two solid years of surveillance uncovered. Oh, and we have to find that Cheezum broad too. She has a past with - - "
She's got the point!
"A colorful past? A lurid past? A shadowy fill-in-the-blanks with bullets past? I've done my research there Paul. I'd like to handle this part of the case. I'm cut out for diving through divining wisdom and shaky alibis. And the Prof here, yes -- it's best he's watched over. Kate's place sounds like a sound idea. I know you're in a hurry but could we stop and pick up some Mike's Hard Lemonade? I have a feeling that if I could get that lady theatre owner to relax out under the sun sipping, she might slip open more to what they're undermining her for. It is blackmail right?"

* C * L * I * F * F * H * A * N * G * E * R * S * !


Mosey on over to next Sunday's Matinee
for the next gut-gripping epic'sode!

" The Prints and The Popper "
(c) 2010 ~ Dashing Duet Authors
Absolutely*Kate and Harry B. Sanderford
  ( Kate thinks the "B" is for 'brilliant'  -- some times )


Madam Z said...

Ouch! My fingers hurt from hanging onto that cliff!

Anonymous said...

I'm with Madam Z -- my fingers ache from the hanging to the cliffs! But I won't leggo that Eggo no matter what!

A gripping and now blackmail-dripping epic'sode leaving us panting for more! Great work, gang!

Matthew S. Magda said...

Well, this gets more intriguing as it goes along. The professor does not like to be sedated, especially when he can't enjoy the company. Chester must have used something to wipe off those prints, which means that....

Harry always likes being coy, particularly with Kate because he knows it will bring out her curious mind and that will help him to think things through before she can. What an irony!

I'll bet that decoder ring will eventually decode somethin', so long as Jeanette figures out how to use it.

Nicely done, Kate and Harry.

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

"Curiouser and curiouser indeed," said this Kate. Out-coyed by a Har? So that's his plan - hmmm, I knew this story had a plan, a trail, a scheme, a dream.

And treading is careful -- very careful so as not to step on any of those many fingertips grazing the surface of their cliffhangery. THANKS lovely Madam Z, enthusiastic J Dane the T and you too Prof, too sedated to really sort things out.

Curiouser and curiouser,
~ Absolutely*Kate, still wondering about how balanced Harry's breakfast brew is to have such brilliant Chester vignettes . . . curious am I

Anonymous said...

he popped the top on a cold can of good morning and drained its contents. HAHA now that's a line!!
Then Det. Stine takes a shallow breathe and steps back. LOL I love it. Kate* you are the Queen of Cliche' and one liners. Hunky Harry you're a hoot...especially when you knit your yarns. Carrie is a doll on the phone you found her picture. Golly gee, I think Jeanette has finally lost her marbles. Someone help "Z" I don't want her fingers to hurt. She has to pound the keys. Whew! What's next?

Kate Pilarcik ~ absolutely said...

Dear Lost Marbles Madam,

Gotta give Har those oneliner cliche creds on the beer and the Stine. He was servin' 'em out like a thirsty sailor this week ... well, you know what I mean.

Sorry about your marbles on the roll Ms Cheezum, but you know what they say ~ when you lose yourself - sometimes you find yourself -- in a whole different way.

(Z has garden gloves on - she's fine.)

~ Absolutely*Kate who thinks Carrie looks real spiffy in her phone zone too. THANKS!

Harry said...

Thanks folks! Hang in there Madam Z! Jay C, If Jeanette's coming up a few marbles short, I have some Peanut M&Ms coming my way we can use to replace them!

Anonymous said...

Oh Harry you say the nicest things.

Carrie Clevenger said...

Oh Kate. Kate, Kate,'re always UP to something. Dropped in to catch up and lo and behold, you and Harry?! BUSY BEES!

You gt coffee right? I want some. Cream and sugar madam. Let's sit down for awhile on the porch like we used to back them old days. Lightning bugs on the breeze...


Miss you lady/ love you too. Shh. Don't let all that happiness and vulnerability get out, y'hear? ;)