Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 175

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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 toFM Biz-001 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.”

“5046 is off limits to us… now,” stated like a good soldier.Greenwood-001

“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?”

“After an incident a week or so back, we must have pissed someone off, because all of a sudden it is on our blacklist and that comes right from the top. Hey I was there and it was plain freaky.”Libby Affair-001

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.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 174

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 174

…One of the two thugs getting away yelled back to his fingered friend as he fled, “We was only susposed to rough him up good…

Bronzeville

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With big city excitement, you also get big city crime. Attorney Moore will discover  that Chicago neighborhoods can change for the worse from one north-south block to the next.

Bronzeville is not a local analogy for third place in the Hospitality Olympics, more like third rate on a list of three. An unsuspecting ‘not from anywhere ‘roun here’ mark, one gold watch and a fat wallet (pocketed in a fine wool suit) are too tempting for a feckless group of teenagers who have decided, at the tender age of 14, that an education is a waste of time.

Back in Tallahassee, it has its Frenchtown, not a place where French is the native language, more akin to a dumping ground for the city poor. Moore knows when and when not to venture in that familiar territory; not so much here.

If it weren’t for a police black & white on the night beat, the beating the Floridian was getting would have been far worse. It is not enough to roll somebody for a grand or so in loot. When the victim is white, there is way too much more ‘fun’ in turning it into a blood sport.

Worth did comport himself well though, leaving one of the young men with a crushed left leg which slowed him down enough so that he could not limp away fast enough to saunter off into the town without pity. The lone good news being that he was the one with the stolen wallet and his capture was the single redeeming token of a lesson well learned.

One of the two who were getting away, with the shiny gold watch that is destined for the local pawn shop, yelled some regrettable phrase back to his fingered friend as he fled, “We was only susposed to rough him up good, Neal.” Though they were not hired to steal anything, his baggy trousers gave up a few stray Newport Menthols and a business card in the wake of his accelerating gate.


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