Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 129

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 129

 …Fanny finishes her fortuitous forensic foray in Florida…

The object of Eddie Dombroski’s admiration has zoomed through her investigation with amazing speed and skill. Fanny Renwick has delivered critical damning evidence that Dr. Sapp in Havana Florida routinely shuffles potential abortion candidates over to Alpha Omega Campbell. The Tallahassee doctor needs to be rescued from his own self, particularly when it comes to the extra cash generated by illegal abortions. Yes he has a mortgage for his own clinic, Laura Bell Memorial Hospital, but even more burdensome is his wife; used to having the best… of everything.

R. Worth Moore is delighted to have the ammunition to shoot a bad doc out of the water. With Fanny as his birddog, he will now be able to exercise local control over his well-meaning client. A.O. always contended that if a girl has her mind set on aborting her baby, she is going to find someone to do it, or even worse try it herself. The immorality issue aside, this old country doctor believes that he can counsel the troubled (mostly) teens, all the time recommending inclusion of the father. It’s when the male counterpart is unknown, or in places unknown, that this argument is ineffective and moot.

The absolute kick in the pants is when another doctor has started a failed abortion method and the woman is hung out to dry, unable to assign blame; it is just as illegal to seek an abortion as it is to perform one. Again, a new doctor to the case has to see the pregnancy to its end, but at whose risk? Doc Campbell has taken that risk too many times, only to be bailed out by his firecracker attorney. But longtime barrister James Ferrell’s life is at the end of its fuse and that entire forensic fortress will crumble upon his eminent passing; no Ferrell, no luck.

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR (1896-1959) (ISBN 978-1-4691-9018)

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 124

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 124

…Fanny has just scored the kind of dirt a good investigator was looking for…

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Fanny on the Job

Fanny is trying to get Dr. Sapp to incriminate himself… unwittingly.

“Can you give me a written referral letter, saying why you are sending Millicent to his care? It was hard enough asking you about……….well you know.”

On his official practice stationary, he spells out the situation about a poor rich girl from Jacksonville and the conditions of his referral:

Everett T. Sapp M.D.

112 Sheldon Avenue 3rd Floor

Havana, Florida  USA

 

Dear Doctor Campbell;

 I am referring a Miss Millicent Stanwick to your care. You can be assured that her case is legitimate and urgent. She is likely with child and is need of a possible septic abortion.

 Please confirm the receipt of this letter with a telephone conversation. It is comforting knowing that you are sparing families the embarrassment from a baby out of wedlock.

 You can forward my $50 dollar referral fee and which is regular and customary.

 Your colleague,

 

Everett T. Sapp

“Thank you so much Dr. Sapp. You don’t know how much you are helping me,” Fanny has just scored the kind of dirt she was looking for.

“Not a big deal Mrs. Stanwick. Your daughter will be just fine… oh by-the-by, are you related to the Stanwick’s from over on River Street? Very nice family – wouldn’t want to see them be the talk of the town.”

“No sir, we’re not, my boyfriend is a sailor and we move a lot.” She had meant to pick a last name that was Jacksonville neutral, but no such luck. ‘It is Miss Stanwick, I do not have a daughter and you just signed a personal document that will stem the flow of white girls to Alpha’s back door. Oh and land you in a whole peck of trouble,’ she mumbles.

“What was that? You were saying?”

“I was thanking God for getting my girl out of a whole mess of trouble.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 107

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 107

…Once again, Constance intentionally avoids bringing up the subject of Ace Bannion…

Connie has gotten the message loud and clear, hearing of the attempted destruction of her Tallahassee roots, while driving over to Merrill C. Meigs Field to pick up Ace Bannion. It looks more and more that she may have to include him in this fight with an international aftertaste, feeling the need to retaliate in some way or shape or form.

She, in her detective(ly) duties, has been playing defense for the entire Libby Affair, at least from the standpoint of the opposition, other side. The only saving grace is the fact that Libby is alive and not dead. But Pentateuch is operating with undeserved impunity, even though he is basking in a fool’s victory.

“That does it, I’m going to call that CIA guy and find out where these people live.”

“What if that means going to Italy, where Agent Daniels has been undercover?” Fanny wonders.

“I don’t know Fan. I will do what I have to,” is the way things are left.THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BLACK SOUTHERN DOCTOR

Fanny gets past revenge and gives her a report on the Campbell case, much less dramatic than the Chicago drama, but important in its own right. Doc Campbell has been a significant part of the Tallahassee medical scene for four decades and is need of backup from longtime friends. Fanny will gladly fill that role.

“Those cowards can’t keep dumping their smelly leftovers on Alpha Campbell. Do you know that he does not turn down charity cases to this day, whether they can pay or not.”

Constance encourages her partner to soldier on, but once again intentionally avoids bringing up the subject of Ace Bannion.

Worth Moore, L. Dick Cannon and A.O. Campbell are new players dotting the Constance Caraway landscape. The anti-God forces of Forever Mastadon and World Agnostica has been joined by The Church of Spiritual Engineering. Fanny Renwick has traded Windy City intrigue for Sunshine State shenanigans. Eddie Dombroski and his stories are on the shelf, but Ace Bannion has flown in to add his legendary dimension to the narrative.

A departure implies leaving — a change from the usual.

The status quo is always subject to change.

Some changes are more welcome than others…


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 106

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 106

 …All the regulars: the mailman, clients, Jimmy from Western Union, etc… come to the front door. Nobody uses the rear…

All the Regulars

Molly’s tail wags enthusiastically at the sight and familiar smells of Fanny Renwick. Dogs cannot tell time, but they do get happier the longer they are apart from their owners and two months in the care of a neighbor most certainly qualifies.

It turns out that she had not been so friendly the day before, when someone was nosing around the fringes of the Constance Caraway Private Investigation building. While out doing her business in the back yard, she startles someone who has left a package on their back porch. All the regulars: the mailman, clients and Jimmy from Western Union come to the front door. Nobody uses the rear.

Molly-001… As the story goes, the guy takes off running, losing some papers & money in the process. Molly’s range stops where the alley and Calhoun Street meet, so she turns tail back to the house, whereupon grabbing this guy’s lunch bag—or so she thought. When the woman’s’ best friend brings the bag to Betty, the alert neighbor notices a ticking sound and lunches do not make sounds, so she takes it back to the back and tosses it in the direction of Image result for bomb gifthe garbage cans… in a flash and bang, there are no more garbage cans, replaced by a 10 foot circular crater, three feet deep…

“Sheriff Odz told me that it was a good sized bomb and if it was left at your back door—that somebody probably wants to send you a message.”

“Oh swell! So now “they” know where we live?” Fanny is disgusted.

“Who are they Fanny?”

“They are some bad folks connected to that case Connie is still working on up North. But now they are hitting too close to home Betty,” she doesn’t go into great detail with the shell-shocked neighbor. “Where is that money you were telling me about?”

“Well it looks like money, but I can’t read a word on it, what is a L-I-R-A?”

“It’s Italian for trouble,” Fanny cautions. “I have to let Connie know what’s going on.”

The two friends are working at more than arm’s length for a change, in order to cover more ground.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 100

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…Fanny Renwick takes on a case of her own…

Fanny in Action

Fanny is genuinely exciting at having the chance to spearhead her own investigation, even if it means leaving Constance back in Chicago.

The one thing cannot be said about Fanny Renwick is that she has a hard time making new friends. She is an engaging woman with a cleverly dry sense of humor. She may not fall in the category of classically beautiful, but if you attempt to guess her age, which is redacted in 38 states & Canada, you would likely be wrong on the high side. It must be that fresh freckly-faced look.

R. Worth Moore had known of her peripherally, going through the records of the racially charged murder case of Laura Bell; for which four white young men from prominent Tallahassee families were convicted. Back then (1931), this was a small-sized college town with considerably less people than the 28,000 it has now. The local blacks were supposed to know their place. That Negro doctor and his family needed to be reminded of that, which was carried out in a murderous way.

Fanny Renwick, with the support of her partner Constance Caraway, was instrumental in bucking that trend, solving a case where everybody but the victim’s family wanted it to just go away. She had made the Campbell family and their welfare sort of a pet-project.

But just like the good-whites of Tallahassee wanting to pretend that no one of consequence had died, there is a white doctor over in Havana who no longer has any interest in a young woman’s welfare. Now that white girl is in trouble and besetting old Doc Campbell.

This is a rightful cause and Fanny is going to take it up with vigor.

“I may be just a country girl Mr. Moore,” and dumb like a fox, “but I intend to nail that doctor, before he ruins anyone else’s life, whether they’re from Jacksonville Florida or Jackson Hole Wyoming.”

“Do you snow ski?” he wonders if Fanny really knows Jackson Hole.

“No.” How many women from Florida know anything about snow?

“You’ll have to let me teach you sometime.”

Was he flirting with her? She will let him down at a different time, having no experience with either powder snow or potential beau.

“Who are the principles over east? Alpha Campbell doesn’t need this aggravation. Give me the names and addresses.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

…First comes the bright flash – then a loud crack and explosive boom…

Off in the distance he can hear and feel a low rumbling, like a passing locomotive or … thunder… in winter, can it be?

He knows that he is supposed to lure Sister Mary from the Holy shield of the Tolentine multi-level interconnected roofs, so he suggests, “It’s such a pleasant day, can we catch a bit of fresh air?”

“Why certainly, Mr. Spencer, you lead the way.”

He strolls out from under the entrance overhang and close to a courtyard filled with statues, crosses and stone tablets. “Let’s go down the drive and back,” he passes the car that brought him here. It is empty. He keeps an eye out for any excuse to make the planned nun-elimination go away.

Dark clouds have been forming on the quarter mile walk down to the street, they are ominous and rolling. The warmish winds are freshening to a formidable gale, blowing Daniel’s fedora out into a nearby open slushy snow-laden field. Running out to fetch it, he catches a glimpse of a figure poised behind an arching arborvitae.

They pass by the shrubbery without incident, but Daniels still weaves forth and back, like a drunken pedestrian, to make a clear sightline difficult in expectation of a coming gunshot.

lightning“Are you all right Mr. Spencer?” if she only knew.

Instead of the bang of a gun, the blackened sky opens up to expose a white gaping hole, with a bolt of lightning streaking down from it. First comes the bright flash, and then because of the close proximity, a simultaneously loud crack and explosive boom follows, chards of soil falling back to the ground.

Both the nun and the spy cower in reaction to it. The entire event is over just as quickly and as they look up in the sky, the visage of an angel ascends through the white hole into the heavens, taking the storminess with.

Every hair on their bodies is electrified, standing straight out. Sister Mary is kneeling with arms wide open in praise, Daniels is trying to digest what he just saw. There is a smoking crater where Canisso was lurking and the smell of charred flesh.

“Let’s get back inside, quick,” he urges, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened. Mary Joseph rises from her knees hardly believing that she had seen an Angel from Heaven.

“It is done Lord,” Gabriel reports.

“I am pleased Gabriel.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 90

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…These guys are known hoodlums Miss Caraway…

In the hierarchy of emergency response, the Chicago Fire Department is the right choice. Not only are they just around the corner, but they also staff a medically trained firefighter on every 24 hour shift. While they all wait for an ambulance to take Eddie to the hospital, Fanny unties Mrs. Dombroski, a woman who in one short morning been abducted from her home and watched her husband being shot.

Constance goes over to the two creeps to check out her marksmanship. No need for them to call the police. “It must be a slow day,” she comments upon hearing the Related imagewailing sirensRelated image of multiple squads.

Constance calmly explains the situation to the police, who corroborate it with the version Edie Dombroski gave them before leaving in the ambulance with her wounded husband.

The morgue will be dealing with the kidnappers, who Fanny has identified, “That is Elvis and that is Kelly,” she points at each individually.

“So you do know these two.”

“Not by their real names,” Connie points out. “They gave us some trouble down south a ways.”

“First things first, do you have a private investigator’s license?” asks the Detective on the scene. He is not sure for sure if Florida papers are kosher here, but in this case, he’s letting it slide. “These guys are known hoodlums Miss Caraway. We haven’t been able to nail them with anything more than jaywalking… legal or not, you’ve done Chicago a favor.”

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“Do you know who they work for? We have an idea, but it’s kinda far-out, if you know what I mean?”

“No and no. This is only the eighteenth time we’ve crossed their paths, kidnapping and assault with a deadly weapon is a new wrinkle.” The CPD detective looks around for more clues. “Who is the wounded guy to you and why didn’t he have a gun?”

“He actually works for us as a driver.” simply put and factually sincere. “We had a plan, but Eddie was out of his mind about his wife.”

“I thought I recognized him, looks like a cabby who works the Loop for fares to O’Hare.”

“Yeah that’s him, detective. He’s a really good guy,” Fanny is grief-stricken, finding it hard to contribute to the crime scene investigation.

“I hope he makes it. Gut-shots can go either way.”

“They said they are taking him to Saint Anthony Hospital, you know we’re new in town?” Connie consoles her partner.

“Just follow me. I need to know if the Eddie guy makes it, so I can to complete my report.”

“Don’t lose us, we just lost our driver.”


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