Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 142
…“Don’t play with matches?” Constance relates Smokey Bear’s advice…
“Before you get too mad, we have to get Martin over to the safe house, like now! I am 99.44% sure that Pentateuch believes we died out at the lab fire.”
“Like Ivory Soap?”Too relieved to be angry and above being offended by being the butt of jokes, Constance gives Martin a bear hug, while speaking to the shadowy essence who will be moving on, “Stay in touch Agent Daniels,”.
“You can call me Jesse,” he confirms.
“I think I’ll stick with Agent.” She takes the towel off her head and snaps it at him like a bullwhip, then immediately turning to attack the other rascal. “Now I will deal with you Marty!” He hates to be called Marty.
But they cannot tarry long at Kimbark, to conceal yet another of the undead. The once exclusive club adds another casualty, all for the sake that provocative isotope called carbon-14 and that provocateur, Willard Libby. “I think our arsonist was really after Daniels, though, by now, he doesn’t think much of me either.” He wipes some soot from his brow. “So the upshot is, both us were burned to death, as far as the news release will read when it hits the AP wire.”
“I hate to ask the obvious question, but did Sparky take the bogus info, or did he just torch and run?”
“Yes he did, he took the file right before he trapped us inside an inferno,” he looks over to his colleague, “and fortunately I remembered that hint you planted in my brain months ago.”
“Don’t play with matches?” Constance relates Smokey Bear’s advice.
“No, he found the floor trap door,” it “was” Willard’s office after all. “I don’t suppose you were able to save any of my things.”
“The file cabinet was fireproof as you know.”
“I was talking about the mastodon model I had on my desk.”
“I wonder if Penty saw it. I’m sure he would appreciate the irony.”
“We can only hope that he gets the point and leaves us alone,” Constance is tiring of the chase. “Let’s lay low for a while.”
“I’ll be right here, waiting to see what my obituary says.”
“Poetry, Fanny would love that one!” Ace brings up a sore subject.
“Fanny …….…” Constance trails off mournfully, knowing that things with her and her friend are not going well.