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“Yeah, I used to be a singer in a blues band but now I'm a private dick. Seen all kinds come through here.”
“A detective, huh?”
“Yep.”
“My father was murdered. I need to know who was behind it...”
“I getcha, baby.”
The Stickman squints through the gloom and lights a cigarette. His eyes are hard and steel grey, unblinking.
“So you got a pic of the mug what was offed?”
She opens her purse and the light reflects of the hilt of a shiny gun. She turns away quickly and takes the photo out of her bag. The stickman eyes her steadily.
“You’ll wanna be careful with that piece little lady. Someone might get hurt.”
The Stickman leans back taking a sip of his drink. He opens his jacket and rests his hand calmly, casually on the lapel.”
“So that's your old man...tough lookin' mug. Any ideas who wanted him iced?”
“I really wouldn’t know. He was working with the science department at the university. You see, Mr. Stickman, my father was a scientist. I can't understand why anyone would want to hurt him.”
“That so?” The Stickman tips the ash off his cigarette. “So what was he workin' on and who with?” The Stickman eyes the dark woman at the bar with a mixture of mistrust and interest.
“Something to do with animals and genetics I think, I don’t really know. He didn’t really talk to me about his work.” Taking her handkerchief from her bag she dabs at the corners of her eyes, trying to stop the tears. “Anyway I can pay whatever you want. Just find out who killed my father. Please.”
“Damn! They got's ta stop messin' with that stuff. It's all wrong if ya wanna ask a dumb mug like me. Hey missy, you don't worry about the money and put your pocketbook away. You gonna be ok?”
“Yeah, I'll be ok.” She stands to leave. “We weren’t that close, but he was my father. I just want to know what happened.”
The Stickman grabs her arm and draws her toward him. On the stage the pickup band starts to play a slow blues.
“I was just thinkin' a young lady don't wanna be alone at a time like this. It can be dangerous out there and you...” He studies her face, trying to understand her fleeting expressions. “...you'll wanna keep that piece cocked. No tellin' what they wanna do.”
She looks around and lets him take her onto the dance floor.
“Who are you talking about? And the gun isn’t even mine. My father gave it to me before he was killed…said that I needed protection. I don’t even know how to use the thing.”
The Stickman wraps his arm around her waist and they begin to sway on the dance floor. The vocalist begins singing about love lost and love regained. The usual schmaltz. They dance and her perfume seeps toward him.
“I heard something about a Professor Jamieson. A mug what was bought by the south side mob. He's been trying to make some kinda rats that synthesise cocaine in their bellies.”
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by alleen and badlydrawnstickman
This is something new; a collaborative effort. It developed quite casually out of a late night IM session and before we knew it there was a story in the works. This is the first part in, we hope, a series of stories that will develop into something a little more involved. The next installment will be published in alleen's blog and you will find the link to that here when it's ready. We hope you will enjoy it and we hope that we will manage to finish it!!!
Please read the second part in alleen's blog here!
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This is Great!
Collaboration!
I love it! I'm pretty sure it's a thoughts first!
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Posted by Shannon
on 2008-02-01 21:43:45
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Good stuff, Stick! But maybe you ought to stop smoking and drinking in those sleazy bars :)
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Posted by wlamebull
on 2008-02-02 12:20:39
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hhmhhm(mischievious giggle:) I think your "private dick" proclamation set off the "explicite content" warning...
It must not be up on the gumshoe lingo :)
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Posted by Shannon
on 2008-02-02 12:26:49
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Well. how much fun is this!! I want to read the next submission come hell or high water!!1
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Posted by smilinirisheyes
on 2008-02-02 23:09:19
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This is fantastic! Thoughts is a very different kind of place to be, and all for the good it seems :-)
Keep at it, you're doing great guns! (pardon the pun.) Merlyn xx
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Posted by Merlyn
on 2008-02-04 04:05:50
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this is so cool, I love it, cant wait for the next one, great job
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Posted by roe
on 2008-02-10 19:06:54
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