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A Thrilling Tale of Espionage
(With a Dash of Organized Crime) by
Erik
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This story, or thrilling tale of espionage (with a dash of organized
crime), is actually about a person name Gregory Michaels and holds
little connection to the “glory days” of Detective Hawthorn’s life.
In fact, Detective Michaels was quite unlike Detective Hawthorn. He
was sitting in the back of a cab (unlike Hawthorn, who would never
allow himself to be driven) running his fingers over his stubble
that was quite beyond five-o-clock shadow, as it was currently
eleven p.m., thinking to himself, Damn, I’m late (if he was like
Hawthorn, he wouldn’t have been late). Rain was beating heavily
against the windows of the cab. Michaels entertained himself with
the patterns of water falling slowly down the window, only to be
blasted off by a fresh drop of rain. He then remembered the
newspaper he brought with him, a much better form of entertainment
in his mind, and began reading the funnies when the cabbie
interrupted him.
“So, whata ya doin’ in Heartsford, got family there?” the Cabbie
asked. Heartsford was a small rural town about thirty miles further
down the dirt road they were currently driving on. Greg folded up
the newspaper and lied in response,
“Oh, yes, I’m going to visit my Aunt,” He couldn’t compromise this
mission. The lost kitten must be found. No mistakes could be made.
Although most people might say that a lost kitten shouldn’t greatly
concern any one, this was the first case he had been set to in over
six months, so he thought he should take it fairly seriously. He
looked down at the front cover, and article about a New York
mobster. Greg looked at the photo in the article, it showed the
mobster being escorted out of a building by bodyguards. One of the
guards was attempting to shield the view of the cameras, and his
face looked familiar to Greg. He was interrupted again,
“Some sort of a special occasion?”
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