Forever Mastadon ~ Episode 130
…Fanny does not respond to the voice on the other end on the line. Could she have dialed the wrong number?…
“Your work is done here, why don’t you give your partner a ring, tell her that I can cut you loose,” lawyer Moore is pleased with the results and is offering to fly Fanny back to Chicago,
“It has been a hectic few weeks and we haven’t talked much since I got here.” She flat out misses Constance, though the break probably did them both some good. “Are you sure you have this Sapp-Campbell thing under control?”
“I’ve already been in contact with the States Attorney and he tells me that they have had their eye on Sapp for a couple years and when Wilbert Hopkins has you on his radar, you can count on a bushel of trouble,” from one respected lawyer about another. “I cannot say I won’t miss having a bloodhound like you around Fanny. I have one divorce case that is breaking my heart… but it sounds like you guys have a barnburner going on up North.”
Fanny blows by the bloodhound reference to offer, “I will talk to Connie and see how much longer we are needed up there.”
“Sounds good “Miss Stanwick”, he references her recent case alias, “let me know if I should have my travel agent book you a flight back to Chicago, or maybe even the City of New Orleans. It’s a can’t miss rail excursion.”
Attorney Moore passes his black telephone across his desk toward an anxious Fanny. She rifles through her purse to locate the 6137 Kimbark telephone connection.
Her right index finger guides the rotary dial eight separate times. The direct dial link winds it way through four copper wires spanning 1200 miles in less than 20 seconds.
Fanny does not respond to the voice on the other end on the line. Could she have dialed the wrong number? She hangs up the receiver in her moment of doubt, “I must have done something wrong,” she repeats the clockwise motions that each has a number assigned to it.
“Hello???” the person on the other end is more emphatic.
“May I ask to whom I am speaking?” It is not Martin or William, so she is still confounded.
“If you’re looking for Martin or Constance, they are out interviewing a friend. William is well, hardly ever here.”
“This is Fanny Renwick; I was calling for Constance Caraway.”
“Fanny!!!! This is Ace, Ace Bannion, how the heck are you?”
CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I.