Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 175
…After a stop at THE newest cop-spot in town, hands their partially pulverized passenger his wallet, with most of his money in it…
“We was only susposed to rough him up good, Neal,” is the fleeing mugger’s lament.
The other cop in pursuit, who looks like he spends half of his shift at the donut shop, gives up the chase, in order to catch his breath and pick up the loose items. Some of the money magically disappears into his pocket.
He walks unsteadily back to his partner, who has summoned a paddy wagon for the offender in hand and an ambulance for hospital transport; but the medics merely serve as a mobile emergency room, attending to a few scratches and a bruised ego. “Can you guys give me a lift to 6137 Kimbark,” is all Worth Moore asks of the police.
After a stop at THE newest cop-spot in town, Dunkin’ Donuts, the officer with the bigger sack of baked confection, hands their partially pulverized passenger his wallet, with most of his money in it, plus, “I don’t know if this means anything to you.”
“Forever Mastadon, 5046 South Greenwood… so much for a random attack,” Worth realizes that because of his association with CCPI, he is now a prime target for revenge action. He hands the card back, “This was no accident. When you question the thug you did catch, try to get to the bottom of this so-called business.”
“What do you mean off limits? There is awfully suspicious activity coming from that house and you are telling me that you cannot complete an investigation?”
Moore has first hand information of what went down that day, so traveling further down that road is unnecessary, but a top-down directive usually means some sort of cover up. Suffice it to be said, that the scope of this Libby Affair is without definable limits.