Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 141
…After narrowly escaping a fiery end, Agent Daniels decides to pull a fast-one on Constance…
Humor is a subjective form of expression. Something that seems hilarious to one person may be dull and offensive to another.
Martin Kamen and Agent Daniels hatch a plan that will garner an unknown reaction from Constance Caraway, who has also been known to do the unexpected for effect. To add insult to injury, they recruit Ajax Bannion who, when Daniels tells him of the gag, “Count me in. She’s upstairs taking a bath, but she should be down soon. She has been a real basket case ever since you guys left.”
So the scene is set, preloaded to have Agent Daniels sitting on the front room sofa with Ace. They portray a somber mood befitting the loss of a compatriot. When Connie comes downstairs, in her pink chenille robe, sopping wet hair piled atop her head bound by a towel, she is taken aback by the presence of someone other than Ace (and the elusive William, but he doesn’t count) in the house. That she is clothed at all is a good thing.
The two men react not to her, continuing to discuss things as though they don’t hear her.
“Where is Martin?”
Daniels rises to his feet, his black trench coat wreaking of smoke and faced stained by soot. “There was a fire… poor Martin didn’t have a chance.”
A million thoughts flood her imagination, not the least of which is grief. What went wrong? The plan was rock-solid. No one was going to get hurt. She plops into a chair, glaring at Daniels like he has managed to behead her favorite doll. “Why do we continue the fight: kidnapping, shootings, suicide and now a fire? Maybe we’re overmatched, when one side is a nearly invisible bastard with unearthly power. I think you can take it from here Daniels, or whatever damned names you’re using today—–“
“Is Eliot Ness taken?” Daniels blurts in gut reaction to Constance’s rant.
“Great, a f*****g comedian, just what we need,” she only swears when there is no end to the rope.