A dectives story.

[rdh996]

OK here’s the story finally sorry bout the wait.


Rick was sitting in his office thinking about the past few days events his partner was killed, his wife divorced him and he lost the house to a fire. “ Ya know what If I didn’t know better id say I was jinxed.” I chuckle to myself. The Phone rings the voice on the line says that they know who killed my partner and if I wanted to know meet them at the Denny’s on the corner of 12th and Dell St. We agree to the meeting I was very suspicious but my curiosity outweighed it. I grabbed my old police special from the drawer walk out take a look over at my secretary (ooc: if Supplekisses doesn’t want it I have someone for it.) Thinking that she was very cute “Too bad she’s half your age” I say to myself. I tell her I’m going to Denny’s and I leave. I get to Denny’s about 5 min late I walk in and sit down at the counter and look around trying to figure out who was packing a gun and who was supposed to be my informant.

 

[PmTick]

Det. Clint Hama

I sat in the building across from Rick's office. I normally make it a point not to spy on other detectives but I was being paid a pretty penny. I also normally don't take cases from people who don't share their name with me but like I said, the money was good. Besides, his secretary was really hot, funny usually when I spy on women, they're in the shower. But enough about my hobbies.

I got to admit it's pretty weird, how can all those things happen to one person in such a short span of time without that person having something to do with it. I never figured Rick for the murdering type but once you've been doing this as long as I have, nothing surprises you anymore. Rick started to head out of his office, I will follow him, perhaps making myself visible if need be.

 

[poohlive]

Thug bumped into the man, his dark trenchcoat enveloping around him.
"Come with me," he gruffed. His large form passing by some elderly couples havnig their early bird specials. He sat down, motioning for the man to do the same.
"Listen, I'll be brief. I'm not giving away information for free. You want to know more than what the police reports say, then I'll need some money, cash."
He stuffed through his pockets, grabbing a small envelope. It was a small white envelope with nothing more than a dollar amount in it.
2500 dollars.
"I'll have the chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with gravy, if you please?" he said as the waitress came up.

 

[rdh996]

Rick

"Ill Have the turkey" i say when the waitress asks me what I'm eating and I'll have a Coke to drink. When she leaves i look at the note, on it was a dollar amount $2,500 i almost fainted but I didn’t let it show. Thinking to myself there goes the trip to Cancun with my buddies. I excuse my self and call my secretary
"Listen Its Rick I need you to get the money I’ve been putting away for the trip to Cancun and put it in the trunk of my car you have to do it in the next hour so hurry. the money is in the drawer marked “files from San-Fran.” I say goodbye and go back to Thug. I look over at him and nod my head. "The money can get here before you order dessert.

 

[PmTick]

Det. Clint Hama

I listened to the phone tap I had placed in Rick's office. Hmmm, $2500 is a lot for some tip on a pick pocket. What are you up to Rick? You buying a plane ticket to run from my investigation or perhaps someone else? I figured I better stay here, maybe I can get an ID on his new friend.

 

[poohlive]

That's why Thug liked P.I.'s so much. They would pay almost anything. The police were so strict, even with the good stuff, they only paid a couple hundred. One time he had measled a thousand from them, but he had to squeal on one of the biggest men in the city. That almost ruined his whole career.
You can't keep getting secrets from gangsters and hoodlums, if people think you are a snitch, now can you?
"Here you go," he passed over a manila envelope. Inside was a single picture. A man, very cool and suave, in a nice three piece suit, was having drinks with a pair of twins that barely looked eighteen.
(Tequilla will post soon, and give a bettr physical desc.)
"His name is Vic Martucci. He owns a nightclub on the far side of town, Hipsters. You should find him there on just about any day of the week. That's his base of operation, and let me tell you, he has a huge operation. Everything, from guns to drugs, computer equipment, classified military shipments, if it's uillegal he's been into it. Which is probably why he killed your partner, no one has ever gotten close to this guy. The cops have been trying for years."
Not like he cared if the man died or not. Hell, let him go in with guns blaing, he still got his money.
The waitress came back with their food. He dove into his, asking her for some lemonaide to drink.
"Any questions?"

 

[tequillashots]

Vic Martucci

The little room in the back of the bar was your average size, or so it seemed. Upon walking into the room thru the door of course you would look around and see normal things. A desk in the middle of the room some pictures on the wall and a large glass window on one of the walls. If it was night time the blinds on the window would be open showing the going ons in the bar called Hipsters. A local dance bar with the finest in night time entertainment.

My name is Vic Martucci. I'm a local business man just trying to make it in this great land of ours. All of the people that work for me do a great job. I own this bar called Hipster's. If your a woman and want to get a great job at Hipsters you must do as I ask.

My description isnt anything special, except for the piece I pack wherever I go. I pack a 9mm in my jacket pocket for easy access incase I am followed. I have enough money in my bank account to keep my Vipor running and the women to flock all around me.

I'm not a stupid man. They say that the detective that was killed recently was done with my hands. Unfortunately I was no way near the crime scene and have an alibi to prove it. And even if I didnt have an alibi why would I want to kill someone I didnt even know.

 

[rdh996]

I sat back in my seat "No questions at all." I say Thinking to myself, "Man this guy is dumber than dirt he gives me the info before he even gets the money no wonder he came recomemded. Hehe I just may keep a few hundred after all. I smile to myself Vic huh? That man is genna die i dont care if he's got connections and money hell i dont even think im genna follow the rules with this one. The Dude is dead no buts.

 

[PmTick]

Det. Clint Hama

Hama peered at the picture though his binoculars. "Hmmm ugly mother-fucker ain't he." He cursed himself for not bringing his telephoto lens. Clint would go to police HQ later to look through mug shots and try to ID the two mystery men. For now though he would stick to tailing Rick for a little longer.

 

[poohlive]

Thug grunted, letting an almost smile come to his lips. The waitress finally came back with the check. He put his hands on it, and slowly slid it over to the other side of the table.
"Don't get cheap on me now."
He finished up the lemonaide, slurping down the last little bit of food climging to his plate.
"Is the money here yet? I hate to leave, but I do have other things to do today."
He talked like that of a man who was done. He has finished his business, and was now onto other things. It was very business like, with pictures and everything. His face was neither happy or sad, just plainly neutral.

 

[tequillashots]

Work Day

Upon getting to work and finding that no one had called in regards to the wearabouts of myself I sat down in my recliner and pulled out the receipts from last night. Another good day for young kids coming here and drinking their faces off. But where else were they going to go. There wasnt another night club for miles around. I made damn sure of that. There was no way I was going to compete for business in this town. It was my town for the taking.

The phone wrang and I answered it on the third ring. Upon picking it up I was given the password and so we started our conversation. He asked me where the envelope was and I told him that I still had it and if he wanted to get it he could come to the club. The voice on the other end sounded nervous. There was no reason to be nervous. He had done a great job and like all jobs one must get paid. I patted the envelope in my jacket pocket. Ten grand was a good wage for a good job.

He said he would be by in a couple hours and hung up the phone. I got up and went over to the window on the wall. I opened the blinds and reveiled the club to my eyes. A dream come true. Yeah right it was a place to conduct business. A few alterations and there were multiple escapes in case someone wanted to see me uninvited. All of my business was conducted here. Except if I needed to talk in seclusion...then I went out on the lake.

The janitors were just finishing cleaning up the place. Staff had started to filter into the bar to set up for the night. The band was in doing a sound check. Making sure everything was just right. Alot of bar bands that wanted to make it in this business of recording music came to Hipsters for their "big break". And of course I got a take of their first album. Sorta like a finders fee. I sat back down and waited for this guy to come and pick up his envelope. I hoped I wouldnt wait forever. I had things to do today. And besides it was gonna be a busy night at the club.