Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 117
…She opens the door, revealing a dust covered Agent Daniels…
“There is nothing Ace, not a damned trace of that building………it is like it wasn’t there all along,” she hands her binoculars to him.
“You must be crapping me! It is one huge dusty nothing; zero debris, like it was vaporized!” he stands amazed.
“You know this shouldn’t surprise me AB, not after all that other weird stuff I’ve seen.”
“It appears that we succeeded in annihilating an illusion.”
“No 39th floor, no building… no revenge, I’m not feeling the love here.”
“Shadow boxing is good practice for the real thing CC, so now we know that not everything is as it appears.”
Suddenly there is a knock at their door.
“Could that be Polizia Locale?” asks Ace in his best Italian. “Better open the door.”
“At least we know the dust was real!”
“And you are???”
“Bannion, Ace Bannion.”
“I assume you are the one with the demolition skills,” the Daniels/Cephus points at the remaining crater. “I certainly did not expect you to pull it off, Constance.”
“How did you know we were going to blow the place into eternity?”
“I have my ways,” a good G-man doesn’t show his entire hand. “Eternity would be nice, but this will do for now. It will take him a while to relocate, but he will.”
“Who is he, may I ask?”
“The Devil is the real deal?” Ace remains skeptical, despite Connie’s background stories.
“How does he fit that on his business card?”
“It is his calling card you want to avoid. If he leaves that, it means he has already done his dirty work.”