Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 132

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  …The devil with a sense of irony, not today…

Pentateuch has been sitting on his hot little hands for far too long. The more time he spends away from either, his eternal domain the Lake of Fire or his only respite the earthly cooling stations, the less comfortable it is for him. Such is the life of a demon’s demon.

In the case of his tryst with L. Dick Cannon, the former Science Fiction writer, he dare not show his hand. Otherwise, this human with demagoguery on his brain, might be nudged deep into another fantasy world, should he suspect Pent’s pedigree. So far so good, although Cannon has asked about the smell of burnt hair, whenever he and the wily Mr. Winters meet.

“What can you tell me about this Orson Wells? Is he willing to be a celebrity spokesperson for our new church?”

“He says that he enjoys a good story, but religion of any flavor leaves a bad taste in his mouth.”

“That is not a positive reaction.”

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“He also tells me that he cannot afford to have anything distract him from his career. Things are going “Wells” for him.”

The devil with a sense of irony? Not today.

“Career, I have a mind to put him in his place,” Pentateuch/Winters is annoyed by his continued ineffectiveness. It is hard to believe that a megalomaniac like him can suffer a crisis of confidence. “Keep your eyes peeled for another potential movie star type, could even be a female temptress with a seductive personality. We need people; I mean millions of them to believe in what you’re selling them. We need to get this off the ground, with a more credible client base.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 131

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…Constance Caraway, for as long as he has known her, is a red-blooded All-American gal, not a ______ _____________…

“Fanny!!! This is Ace, Ace Bannion, how-the-heck are you?”

If she were a balloon ____ POP. Her brain is thrown into a tizzy. Ace Bannion is in Chicago, why? And he is answering the telephone at Martin’s, that isn’t normal. It means that he has been a welcomed guest. The last that Fanny knew, Ace had stood up Constance on a business deal eight years ago and the offended party swore that she would never speak to that sh**head again, ever.

“Fanny? We must have a bad connection,” he believes incorrectly.

“I’m here,” Fanny has been collecting her thoughts, carefully so as not to overreact. Whatever the reason, Ace’s presence means Constance has allowed that womanizing globetrotter back into their (CCPI) lives.

Poor Ajax is clean out of hellos, but he is perceptive enough to know that Fanny has always viewed him as a threat, a threat to a love story that has never rung true for the antagonist. Constance Caraway, for as long as he has known her, is a red-blooded All-American gal, not a closet homosexual. Sure they seem to be closer than your average two females, but hardly of the lifelong lovebird variety.

“Would you give Connie a message for me?”

“Sure Fanny…. Say-hey didn’t you know I was in Chicago?”

“Tell her that I have accepted some more work from R. Worth Moore and I will keep her informed about the expense and income reports.”

With that clinical ending, to what never was much of a conversation, Fanny hangs up.

“That was fast,” Moore comments having heard one side of the spotty call.

“It looks like you are welcomed to my services for as long as you need them; Constance is busy with other things.”

Not one for wasting time, Attorney Moore gets right down to brass-tacks, “This woman, down in Live Oak Hills, suspects that her husband is moving their joint assets into new accounts. She thinks he is going to either skip the country or divorce her.”

“Set up a meeting between us three as soon as possible. We may have to move fast on this one.” Fanny Renwick may be flustered, but not about to crumble in the face of her personal anguish.


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…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 barn-burner 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.

“Hello?”

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… of all people in the world!!! This is Ace, Ace Bannion, how the heck are you?”


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 …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.

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…Well, you may have your own airplane, but you’re no Fanny…

Mrs. Dombroski puts an end to Eddie’s Story Time. She has had enough warning of coming visitors that this goodhearted woman has prepared a home-cooked feast worthy of the Thanksgiving-type occasion. They are ushered into the dining area, the largest room in their Burnside Bungalow.

Eddie insists on being caught up on the recent goings-on of the Libby team, of which Ajax Bannion is now a part. He hears of further encounters with eerily unexplained episodes, raising goose bumps on his arms, having had his own close encounter not all that long ago. Those phantom structures and such are becoming the norm.

Of greater concern is the near loss of life from those nearest the investigation. He puts on a brave face about the present danger, but Constance reminds him that he was not a target, at risk because of his reckless actions. With him back in Englewood and Libby lying low in Hyde Park, things should settle down.

But it is obvious that Connie is still jacked about their adventure, going on and on about the Italian Connection from which they just returned. Like never before, civilian air travel has changed the way they can view the world and the relative immediacy of navigating the 10,000 mile, 2 and a half day roundtrip is graphic proof. In times past, it would have been three weeks on a slow boat to cross the big pond.

Well, you may have your own airplane, but you’re no Fanny,” Eddie speaks at Ace, being Fanny’s biggest fan. “That girl has a nose for trouble.”

“Don’t you pay any mind to that dirty old man! He has a huge crush on her.” Edie D. is a reality rock for her chatty cabby, not unaware of her husband’s fascination with an adventurous lure. It makes her feel like a real frump in comparison, but only for small bursts. He is married to her after all.

“CC needed a hand and I was glad to help. We go way back,” Ace will likely be judged on his continuing body of work, as well as how he treats the other of “his” girls.

“You seem like a stand up guy there Ace. If Connie has taken a shine to you, you must be top shelf.”

“He is good people Ed,” the P.I. from Florida confirms.

The Eddie D. seal of approval is a dubious, obscure award.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 127

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 …”I have slept for two weeks on a rock in a desert next to a scorpion before, so I think Martin’s leather sofa will do just fine.”

“On a horse with no name?” Connie shakes her head with doubt…

The second and last stop on Connie’s Chicago hit parade is over in the neighborhood called Englewood. The Southside grouping of single-family homes and three-flats has recently seen a few black families sprinkle in, much to the chagrin of some, but not all.

Her mission is for Ace to meet his macho equal in Eddie Dombroski. Eddie is aware of her flying friend being just that, but will most certainly make a big deal about any possible romantic connection between them. She can handle whatever Ace thinks about the topic, but how does she explain to Eddie, something she is so unsure of?

She decides not to borrow that brand of worry for now. There is plenty of that emotion that arrives unannounced – and it’s free.

And even though she has to do the driving, it is nice to have man around; great for opening doors, fighting off bad guys, saying that you look good and buying lunches and dinners. She feels bad about stashing the poor guy on Martin’s couch, but Martin and William aren’t budging and her room was meant as a “girl’s” hangout.

“Get a room you two,” is Eddie’s advice upon hearing about Ace’s sleeping arrangement. “Or you could have our family room in the basement to yourself, seeing that you are such a gentleman. It has a fully stocked bar, a pinball machine and its own john.”

“Thank you for the offer Mr. Dombroski, but I have slept for two weeks on a rock in a desert next to a scorpion before, so I think Martin’s leather sofa will do just fine.

“On a horse with no name?” Connie shakes her head with doubt at Ace’s sketchy association.

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“Speaking of a desert, my Cousin Jimmy’s plane was shot down over Africa during the war. The Desert Fox, you know Rommel’s men chased him into the Sahara and he was hold up in a cave for 10 months, surviving on stalactite water and mushrooms, with an occasional rodent or snake.”

“It seems both you and your cousins are excellent survivors.”

“We can thank our grandfather Stanislaw “Dogtags” Dombroski for that. He fought with the Polish in Poland during WWI.”

“That makes sense, heroes run in your family.”

Connie can only shake her head.


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…“No, my mom was a big fan of that newest cleanser at the time, AJAX…

“And how about that girl of yours, she has been a real treat!” Willard Libby is a big fan.

“Like cotton candy in a cavity,” Ace attempts to head off her reaction to the scientist’s use of a possessive pronoun.

Too late, “I belong to no one, certainly not to someone who pretends I don’t exist for years at a time and then compares me to tooth decay.”

“Hey kids, it is my fault for making a false assumption,” intellectually speaking, “but I would be thrilled for you Connie, if it were true.”

She softens her knee-jerk reaction, “Ace and I have had some good times.”

“Then let’s raise a toast to more good times,” the sound of clinking glasses to the brim with Italian Nebbiolo fills the university basement hideaway.

“To good times,” Martin, Constance and Ace respond in unison. The newcomer is blending in quite well; the men are taken by his dynamic presence.

“Ace: That is quite a name. Is that your given name?” helplessly inquiring minds need to know.

“No my mother named me Ajax Aidan Bannion. Can you blame me for changing it?”

“Did she name you after the muscular mythical hero of the Trojan war?” educated people ask smart questions.

“No, mom was a big fan of that new cleaner AJAX.” He was kidding.

“STRONGER THAN DIRT!!!!!!” Constance makes an arm muscle, while singing the familiar advertising slogan. “Hey buddy, you really did need another syllable anyway; ‘Ajax Bannion, he can clean up the mess you make’.”

“Boy, I am going to regret letting that cat out of the bag,” he takes it like a man. “But can we not use that name in public?”

“Sure, but if you’re late for dinner I’m going to say, ‘Ajax Aidan Bannion, you better stop what you are doing and come inside’.”

His secret is safe… maybe.


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