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Mystery Minute – 05.10

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Ten – Conclusion
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Nine is HERE.)

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The window glass broke. "I’m just collecting on your debt, Benton. You can consider us even. Burn in hell."

Benton watched the flame from Laronne’s lighter jump through the window, lighting the room like a flashbulb. He hit the door as an orange blast of heat burned the clothes off his body. The room went black. He remembered the fat gray-haired man hadn’t given him the money as his scorched trachea collapsed.

"I have a plane to catch, Laronne," the fat man said.

Laronne reached in his duster and handed the fat man an envelope. "Here is the other two grand."

The fat man walked to his Ford Taurus. "Call me next time you need my services. For the next few months people will pay their bills, but they need an example one in a while."

This concludes the story.

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Mystery Minute – 05.09

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Nine
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Eight is HERE.)

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The door was open and gas can was where the fat man said it would be. It was the easiest two-thousand Benton had ever earned, or even stolen. He splashed gasoline on the bed and hustled down the stairs, splashing some on the steps and at the bottom. He dumped a good pint in the middle of the living room, then sprinted to the garage.

He patted his shirt pocket for matches when he was ten feet from the door, and felt his crack pipe. The fat man pulled the door closed. Benton saw someone large standing next to him outside. Benton heard the double-cylinder door lock latch in the metal frame. Laronne’s huge smile appeared at the window showing both sets of gold caps below his white fedora.

Tomorrow:  Part Ten – Conclusion

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Mystery Minute – 05.08

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Eight
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Seven is HERE.)

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“Nice neighborhood.” Benton studied the tidy yards and large houses tucked along the tree-lined street. Burglarizing them would be easy on weekdays when everyone was working. The fat man turned into a court and pulled onto a circular driveway shielded by a wisteria hedge.

“The garage side door is open. There is a can of gasoline just inside the door to the left. I want you to pour some upstairs in the master bedroom, some on the main floor, and then come down to the lowest level and pour some by the door. You can light it when you are outside.”

“How about the money?”

The fat man opened the envelope and ran his thumb along the edge of a stack of twenty-dollar bills. “It’s all here.”

Tomorrow:  Part Nine

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Mystery Minute – 05.07

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Seven
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Six is HERE.)

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Benton stood behind the dumpster and scanned the street for an out of place car that the gray-haired fat man might drive. It would be a Chrysler 6000, or a Toyota Avalon, and stick out like sore thumb among the beat-up cars, pick-up trucks, and motorcycles. A Ford Taurus with a AAA sticker turned off the street and slowly crossed the lot. It stopped at the dumpster. Benton watched the electric window lower.

"There’s been a change of plans," the fat man said. "I want to do it tonight. Get in."

"Did you bring the money?"

The fat man smiled, hiding his beady eyes, and held up an envelope. "I’m going to give you it all tonight."

Benton heard the electric door locks and went around to the passenger side.

Read Part Eight HERE.

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Mystery Minute – 05.06

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Six
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Five is HERE.)

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“Benton was in here tonight,” the bartender said just above a whisper.

Laronne downed the cognac in one gulp and slid the snifter back. In Laronne’s beefy hands, it looked like it belonged in a little girl’s tea set. The bartender refilled it.

“I’ll settle with Benton later. I’ve got something special for him,” Laronne’s face hardened. “Sometimes you just have to make an example.”

Read Part Seven HERE

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Mystery Minute – 05.05

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Five
(Story begins with Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Four is HERE.)

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The bar got as quiet as the instant a symphony conductor raises his baton. Every eye turned toward the door as Laronne stepped up to the bar, wearing a full-length leather duster and carrying a short, wooden baseball bat– the kind little kids use. The color drained from the bartender’s face like a thermometer held under a cold tap.

"What can I get you, Laronne? On the house, of course."

"Grand Mariner." Laronne smiled and showed his gold-capped teeth. The bartender felt the sweat trickle down his back as he slid the snifter across the bar.

Read Part Six HERE.

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Mystery Minute – 05.04

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Four
(Story begins with Part One HERE.)

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Jaycee, the only waitress at the bar who Benton hadn’t stiffed on a bar tab, picked up the empty bottles from the table. She looked around and then leaned closer. “Word is that Laronne is next door collecting overdue bills,” she said, just above a whisper. “He broke Tommy Reed’s nose just now.”

Benton bolted from the table and out the front door. Blue strobes from a police cruiser made the people in the parking lot next-door look like zombies. Benton pulled up his hoodie and slipped down the alley.

Read Part Five HERE

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Mystery Minute – 05.03

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Three
(Story begins with Part One HERE.)

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Benton watched the fat man stop to allow a bruiser wearing Pagan colors to walk out of the door ahead of him. Fat, dumpy men like him, shouldn’t be allowed out at night alone. Maybe he could take the money and then sucker punch the fat bastard. To hell with his old lady and his house. What was he going to do, call the police?

Tomorrow:  Part Four

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Mystery Minute – 05.02

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The Torch

by Dave Diamantes

Part Two
(Story begins with Part One HERE.)

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Benton gulped the beer, and grimaced. Light beer– at least it was free.   “What are you paying?”

“A thousand. Five-hundred up-front five-hundred after.”

Benton shook his head. “Twenty-five hundred, fifteen up front.” Benton felt the crack pipe in his pocket.

“Two-thousand,” countered the fat man as he tried to blink the thick smoke from his eyes.

“So when do you want it done?”

“Friday night. Three days from now.”

“Your wife gonna be home?”

“She leaves for her mother’s after work Friday. I’ll pick you up here, and let you in the house.”

“What if somebody sees us?”

The fat man smiled. “The landscaping that I paid twenty-thousand to install completely blocks the view.”

“I want the first thousand tomorrow night, here.”

(Read Part Three HERE)

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Mystery Minute – 05.01

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The Torch

By Dave Diamantes

Part One

The fat, gray-haired man looked around the bar as if he’d just fallen into the Lion’s cage at the zoo.

Benton watched him steel himself and walk to the bar with slow, deliberate steps. He asked the bartender a question, followed the barkeep’s nod in Benton's direction, and then carried two bottles of beer to the table. "You Benton?"

Benton nodded and grabbed a beer out of the man’s hand before it was offered. The man had the soft, fleshy fingers of an accountant or salesman.

"So what’s this job you want done?"

The fat man flared his nostrils and drew in a deep breath of smoky barroom air. "I want you to burn a house."

"Whose house?"

"My house. I got screwed in the divorce. Her brother is a lawyer."

(Read Part Two HERE)

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty-Six is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Seven

Finney pulled up in the driveway and let out a sigh as he set the transmission in Park.  For once, he felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and he could relax this evening.  Taking out his house key, he then opened the door and stepped inside.

As he closed the door behind him, it latched with a sound that had a kind of echo behind him.  As he turned around and looked, he was stopped and felt like all of his blood had suddenly drained out of his body.  The whole house was empty.  Everything was gone.

Everything.

The End

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thiry-Five is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Six

It was getting late in the afternoon and Finbar was ready to wrap things up.  The whole squad was there in the office with him, Dan, Lenny and Charley, and they had that collective feeling that it was just about over.  Once the various lab results confirmed their conclusions, and they sure hoped that they did, then it would be “Case Closed.”

“Let’s see how it looks so far,” Finney said to kick it off.  “I’ll go down the list and we’ll see if anything sounds amiss.” 

Looking around, he continued, “Ok, Tony’s fire started from chlorine crystals falling into a Vaseline jar.  When his nephew Willy saw the smoke coming from the kitchen, he jumped up from his whittling and ran in to see what was happening, stumbled and most likely fell on his own knife.  He was still there when the fire got him.  Same page so far?”

Everybody nodded and he continued, “Meanwhile, Joey was just a couple blocks away flirting with his girlfriend, the Waffle House waitress, and had no idea what was going on.  Now just by coincidence, the next day some hungry mouse in Tony’s pawnshop shorts out an extension cord and starts a small fire there.  While the mouse ate the wire, Mousey was unaware.”  They all groaned at that one, but Finney pressed on.

“It looks like we have an unfortunate set of circumstances, but no murder and no arson.”

“You mean no crimes at all?” Charley piped up.

“That’s right,” Finney responded. 

“What about Alderman Winters?” Len asked.

“No telling what he was up to, but his involvement with Spinoza is a police matter, not ours.  I’m sending them what we observed and be done with it.  Same thing with the burned money.  Tony probaby won’t claim it because it would bring too many new questions.  And don’t feel sorry for him, he’s still a crook.  But we’re done with him.”

“So they were all telling the truth after all?”  Danny added.

“Yep,” Finney answered, “Every one of them.”

And with that, he sent everybody home for the night and started out himself.  “Finally,” he thinks, “I’m going to make it home in time for dinner for a change.”  He wasn’t worried about what Mayrie would be saying this time.

Read the conclusion to Truth Tellers HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty-Four is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Five

“So how does an empty Vaseline jar stuffed with money start a fire?” Finney asked.

“Well, you see there was no lid on the jar,” Danny answered, “I looked all over for one, nothing.  Even though everthing’s burned up in the cabinet, I found some bits of a container that held a cleaning powder that has chlorine bits in it.  I’m surmising, for lack of any other indicators, that whoever was using the cleaner spilled part of it when they set it on the shelf and a couple of the chlorine bits fell below into the money jar. 

“Apparently, one or some of the bits ended up against the inner part of the Vaseline jar where they became stuck against the thin layer of Vaseline that lines it.”

“You mean an exothermic reaction,” Finney blurted out, almost reactively.

“That’s it,” Danny said, “It’s a slow starter anyway, and with this tiny amount it could have been hours before the heat built up enough to ignite the money, burn the oily jar, and then spread through the cabinet.  For the want of a lid, the house was lost.”

Read Part Thirty-Six HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty-Three is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Four

Capt. Finbar Lonnigan parked again in the driveway of Antony Spinoza”s burned-out house, then walked around to the back door.  Stepping inside, he found Danny still digging and bagging debris piles in what was left of the kitchen cabinets.

“Hey, Finney… c’mere and take a look at this,” Dan said as he held up an evidence bag.  Inside the gallon-bag was some sort of black, gooey mess that had solidified and what looked like paper ashes.

“What I’ve got in here is what looks to be a huge wad of $100 bills.  I can only estimate, but it looks  way more than a hundred of ‘em.”

“That makes sense,” Finney replied.  “The guy is a loan shark so you woule expect him to have some stashes around the house.  What’s that hard plastic-lookin’ stuff, though?”

“That’s what make it really interesting,” Danny replied.  “It what led to starting the fire.  He kept his dough in a big, emptied-out Vaseline jar and put it in the wrong cabinet.”

Watch for Part Thirty-Five here tomrrow.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty-Two is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Three

“Ok, Danny.  I’ll be over as quick as  I can,” Finney rang off.  Good things it’s a city car that’s getting all this mileage on it today.

“Where’s Mousey, Len?  I know he’s not gonna leave here with us poking around.”

“He’s up front somewhere trying to the place tidied up so he can open up.”

Finbar walked up to the front of the shop and found Mousey working a mop.  “Hey, Mousey.  Where’s Joey gone off to?  I’ve got a couple of questions for him.”

“Same place he’s at every afternoon and evening.  The Waffle Shop, spoonin’ with his girl friend.”

Finney put on a scowl and headed back out the rear door.  “At least it’s not far from Spinoza’s,” he muttered to himself as he set off in the car again.

Read Part Thirty-Four HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty-One is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-Two

Finbar got up from his desk again and started out to get in the car, deciding to go back to the pawnshop and see if Len can get things wrapped up there ok.  While he’s there, he thinks to himself, maybe he can chat up Mousey a little more.  Finney’s still not real comfortable with Joey’s dancing around town.

After he parked in the alley out back, Finney walked in through the back door to where Lenny was still canning samples to take back with him.

“How’s it going, Len?”

“Oh,  great.   I wish all of them were this easy,” he answered with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Just then, Finney’s phone rang.  Danny again.

“I think I found it, Boss….what started it.  And you’re not going to believe it!”

Read Part Thirty-Three HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Thirty is HERE.

 

Part Thirty-One

Capt. Finbar Lonnigan started to feel for the first time that progress was being made in this mudpit of a case.  The pawnshop fire seemed to be clearing up and the burned body at Antony Spinoza’s house was probably identified.  He’d know in a couple of days after the DNA comparisons were processed.

Danny was making some headway at Spinoza’s house, locating the area where it started, but the cause was elusive.  Charley was still in the office, doing his computer stuff.  So Finney spoke up, “Hey Charley…..zip on over to give Danny a hand, would you?  I wanna get this cause-of-fire wrapped up quick.”

“Sure, Cap.”  Charley got up and started out the door.

“Gosh,” Finney thought to himself, “I might even make it home for dinner on time tonight.”

Feeling confident, he picked up the phone and called Mayrie.  He let it ring 10 or 12 times….no answer.

Read Part Thirty-Two HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Nine is HERE.

 

Part Thirty

Finney thought about what he’ll do next.  Spinoza was on his way to the lab to be swabbed for his DNA and he appeared to be genuinely upset.  Doc Gimble was going to see if Finney’s theory about the boy falling on his knife was bonafide.  So he decided to see how Len Cousey was getting along at the pawnshop.  Picking up the phone, Finbar dialed Len’s number.

“Hey, Len…it’s me.  Just checking to see how it’s going for you down there.”

“You called at a good time, Cap.  I just found the cause of this little blaze.”

“Oh, good, Lenny.  Let’s hear it.”

“Well, under the ash and melted dvd’s I found a mouse…..with it’s teeth welded to an extension cord.  I can promise you that late lunch is what started this one.”

Watch for Part Thirty-One here tomorrow.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Eight is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Nine

Capt. Finbar Lonnigan sat back to let it all soak in.  After getting a few more details from Antony Spinoza, he easily got him to agree to stop by the police lab and let them take a DNA sample to confirm the victim’s identity.

“This isn’t quite turning out the way we thought,” Finney said to himself.  Why would anybody want to kill the kid?

And then he got an idea.  Picking up the phone, he called the forensics lab.  “Is Doc Gimble there?  Tell him it’s Finney Lonnigan.”

“Hold on, I’ll find him for you.”  And then a wait of about two or three minutes before the phone came alive again.

“Gimble here.  Izzat you Finney?  Whatcha’ need?”

“Doc, answer me this, if you can.  Could our teenager have been running with the knife in his hand, and then fallen down and accidently landed on the blade?”

“Good point, Finney.  Outwardly it’s very possible, but I’ll have to check the body and the cutting angles to be sure.  I’ll call you back in a couple of hours.”

Read Part Thirty HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Seven is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Eight

Finney waited for a moment, then asked, “You hope not what, Tony?”

“Dis is sickening, Cap’n.  My nephew Willy is 15, big for his age, and hangs around a lot.”

Finney let that sink in a second, then carried on, “Hangs around when you’re not there?  You told me you were gone.”

“He’s got a key.  I let him use the place, sack out sometimes.  Things aren’t so good at home, you know?”

“What do you know about a pocket knife, Tony?”

“Oh, yeah….never without it. He was always whittlin’ stuff, little animals and things.”

Read Part Twenty-Nine HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Six is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Seven

Natually, Spinoza had bailed out right away, but Finney tracked him down by phone.  He was over at the pawn shop looking at the damage when Finney called and asked him to come in to the office to help out with this body ID.

“Antony, thanks for coming by.  I’m trying to find out who got burned up in your kitchen.  You got any ideas?”

Spinoza, wearing his permanent scowl, shook his head, “Nope….haven’t got the faintest.”

“You know anybody who might be in your house who’s about 16 years old?”

Tony thought for about 10 seconds, then his face suddenly went ashen and he looked like he just got hit in the chest.

“Oh, Jeeze….. I hope not….”

Read Part Twenty-Eight HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Five is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Six

Just as Finbar started to get his list started, his phone chirped again.  Danny’s number showing in the window.

“Hey, Danny.  What’s up?”

“Ive got some more stuff on that cadaver from Spinoza’s fire.  It’s a he, but he is probably about 16 yrs. old.”

Finney gave a “sheesh” and thought for a second.  “Man, that really messes things up.  Any idea on who he might be?”

“Not a clue yet,”  Danny answered.  “And we still don’t know how he might have had the knife inserted into his lung.  But we’ve confirmed the point of origin.  It started in the kitchen, like we thought.  The burn pattern confirms it.  Gonna take a while to pinpoint the exact location, it’s such a full burnout.  But just between you and me, I’m going with the kitchen counter under the sink.”

Finney didn’t have any reason to doubt him,  Danny knows his business.  “Looks like I gotta go talk to Spinoza again, I wonder if he’s still in the lockup,” he mumbled to himself.  Finney started to get up, complaining about how everybody connected with this case were scattered all over town.  “I need a Hercule Poirot moment,” he thinks, “Where you get everybody sitting around in the parlor while you confront them with the facts.”  But that wasn’t going to happen today.

Watch for Part Twenty-Seven here tomorrow.

 

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Four is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Five

Finney made it back to the office this time, dropping down in his desk chair with a huff of relief and noticing that Charlie was still around the office, working at the computer.  Charlie was the junior investigator and as such he was stuck with a lot of the research work along with phone calls.

As Finbar started to lean back for a moment’s rest, Charlie let out a low whistle.  “Wow, those guys are nuts.”

“What guys?” Finney couldn’t help but ask.

“These guys that STATter911 is always writing about.  Some local bunch of screwballs, I don’t know how they keep their jobs.”

Finbar thought he could use a couple of those screwballs right about now to wade into this pawnshop/loan shark mess.  At least they’d understand.  Then he pulled out a pad and started listing the disparate facts of the case.

Watch for Part Twenty-Six here tomorrow.

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Previous episode Part Twenty-Three HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Four

By the time Len arrived at the pawnshop, Finney had already sorted out where the fire had started.  It was on the bottom shelf of a storage rack that held mostly cardboard boxes of scruffy old dvd’s that would eventually be set our for sale at $3 each.  Nothing of any real value unless the fire had spread through the shop.

“Hey, Len.  Gonna need your thinking cap here.  Th’ fire was knocked down quick and the manager was here when it started.  What I need is a solid cause.  What started it?  I’ve got some cans in the trunk if you need them for the chromatograph evidence.”

“Nah…I’ve got some.  I’ll start sniffin’ around and bag the stuff if you’ve gotta go.”

“Yeah, I have to get back to the office and sort this stuff out.  We’ve got actors running all around town on this one.  Except for our crispy critter, that is.”  And with that, Capt. Finbar Lonnigan left to try once again to make it back to HQ.

Read Twenty-Five HERE.

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Truth Tellers begins at Part One HERE.
Previous episode Part Twenty-Two is HERE.

 

Part Twenty-Three

“Better now than later,” Finney thought to himself as he pulled the phone out of his pocket.  Hitting the speed dial # for Mayrie’s cell, he waited until she answered.

“Hey, I’m gonna be tied up again.  We just had another fire at one of Spinoza’s places and I was already on the scene,” he started out.

“Well that’s just frickin fine!” Mayrie spouted out.  “Here I’ve had to make it to the store and back by myself, work all afternoon on this baked chicken Parmesan, and now this!  What good is it even trying to make any kind of a household when all we get is a bunch of no-shows!”

Mayrie took a breath and was starting in on the next round when Finbar took his phone down and pressed the End button.  One of his investigators, Len Cousey was on the way over to help out with the fire and he would be able to handle it by himself.  There didn’t appear to be much to have to paw through.  But how does a fire just suddenly start while three people are standing around?  And one of them was Finbar.

Read Part Twenty-Four HERE.