Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 90

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 90

…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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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 169

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 169

…“Just how long will we be staying on Mars?”

“Until the experiments are done or we run out of excuses… and then we will discuss.”…

— “We’ve been eavesdropping Rick… where the hell is Sammy Mac?” If the situation weren’t so bothersome, it would make for a great episode of THE TWILIGHT ZONE. “Any thoughts, ideas, suggestions?”

“Their boys aren’t listening in are they?”

“No, thank God and we are going to control who knows what, when and you are taking care of the where.”

“Then I don’t think we can say anything for sure Roy – Braden. This is all way too strange and it is going to take some time to do a CSI Mars or wait for them to come back from wherever they are hiding. Tycho looks lived in but not lived-in enough, if you know what I mean?”

“I may be overstepping my bounds, but I am going to have you stay out there and conduct every single experiment or at the very least, pick up where they left off.”

“FYI……I see some early spectro-photographic soundings that show some huge lithium deposits, not to mention liquid water and crude bacteria deep in the subsoil.”

“See if you can unravel the missing person’s mystery first and worry about all the other goodies later.”

“Just how long will we be staying?”

“Until the experiments are done or we run out of excuses… and then we will discuss.”

“What do we do with Tycho when we leave, shut it down, blow it up, hang a For Rent sign on it?”

“None of the above; Just close the door and leave the lights on!”

“Now who would leave a perfectly good machine like Tycho behind on a distant planet?”

“Too bad we don’t have an automatic recall feature or a good hangar to store it.” Roy laments an unnecessarily un-lamentable set of circumstances. “I guess we will be have to be the first.”

{Maybe not Roy!}


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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 64

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 64

…“Damn,” Sam galumphs into spread-eagle prostrateness. (he trips & falls) “Maybe we should be using the helmet lights,”…

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The outside hatch slides open, allowing Martian air to encounter a man-made object for the first time {man-made}, the clarity of which comes as a surprise to two earthlings who are accustomed to a smoggy haze.

The first steps outside onto Mars itself are understandably tentative one, gravitational forces being less than Earth but much greater than our more regular exo-atmospheric strolls on the Moon. Practices jumps are the recommended test for knowing one’s limits, in this case two feet is a reasonable vertical, with a walking gait that compares to ice skating on Earth, a little extra giddy up in the get-along.

With sea legs established, Mars’ most recent visitors set out to investigate the other ill-fated alien presence. Now if this were the American Old West or CSI Anywhere USA, Sampson and Celeste would split up, one going to the front door, while the other covers the rear with guns drawn. Weapons may or may not be appropriate here on the Plain of Xanthe; they are guessing the latter.

With each yard closer to the craft and the next new revelation, another “look at that” moment is shared.

“Look at this thing,” Sampson’s shod foot kicks up an oval onyx object, with marking similar to those on the Mothership. It receives close scrutiny from both, but for now it is securely sacked in his handy-dandy Mars pouch, next to a pointy metal thingy and a vile of Mars-mud.

Image result for swiss armyCloser still, looking straight up one side of the massive pewter colored shiny ship and Sampson decides to scratch the surface with his titanium knife.  The knife loses, shattering like so much cheap plastic, “Wouldn’t Swiss Army like to see this,” speaking of Switzerland’s contribute to the mission.

After traversing 2/3 of the rectangular vehicle’s exterior, they find themselves at what appears to be the threshold of the apparent entrance, if it has such a thing. Assuming that nobody is home and the door is locked, gaining access should prove to be futile, with no knife to jimmy the door. The 4 foot wide notch in the ship’s wall runs several feet into its 150 foot expanse. It is away from the sunlight, which does not make all things bright in these parts, as dark as Celeste’s native Sweden during its sunless winter swoon.

“Damn,” Sam galumphs into spread-eagle prostrateness. (he trips & falls) “Maybe we should be using the helmet lights,”...


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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 10

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THE RETURN TRIP – Episode 10

…Fredrick C. Cabell was Human Resources to the civilian employees for the entire Colony project. “He is as mild-mannered as they come and you are treating this like a crime scene?”…

 

“You two are not the bearer of good news I gather?” he speaks to the coroner and the lawman.

“I was called here by the Sheriff, who was called by someone here at the Lovell Space Center, who found an unconscious employee, who called the doctor,” Coroner Franco points to his left.

“Me,” admits the MedLab’s Mission Physician, Miles Scheffeldink, the third man in. “No one knew where you were.”

“Don’t beat around the bush, Miles……who is it?”

The Coroner unzips the body bag to show the dead man’s face.

“Fred Cabell? Damn!” Fredrick C. Cabell was Human Resources to the civilian employees for the entire Colony project. “He is as mild-mannered as they come and you are treating this like a crime scene?”

“That is why deputy Judge called me over, to determine whether he died of natural causes……..or not.” It must be the nature of the beast, because this doctor of the dead is about business and business only, hardened by the general morbidity of his profession.

“I don’t have anything to add here, except that this man is irreplaceable to us. He was like a father to everyone at Lovell, knew our children, and was there when we first stepped on these grounds. If I couldn’t remember something, I’d go to Fred.”

“Even if we could have resuscitated him, and we could not, his brain would have been of no use to him or Image result for cerebral hemorrhageanyone; he died of massive cerebral hemorrhages, several, rapid,” Dr. Sheffeldink of LSC laments.

“Fred had his yearly physical the same day I did—two weeks ago. He did tell me you did a Digital Image of his head and now this?”

“He was 85 years old Mr. Crippen, a brain scan is standard for a man his age,” LSC’s {Lovell Space Center} mission physician explained. “We checking for signs of concussion or Alzheimer’s, you know how nosy doctors are.”

lie_about_age“85, as in four score and five? That rascal has been scamming us all along, said that he wouldn’t reach mandatory retirement of 80 for another 5 years. 75 years old my ass! But of course, he controlled all the records!”

“85 or not, he was fit as an electronic fiddle; blood pressure, serum cholesterol, brain wave, stress factor aptitude, not so much as an irregular heartbeat . I wish I were as healthy,” the attending doctor admits. “What was he doing when he died, you may ask? He was having a cup of coffee in his living quarters here, getting ready to start his day at 4 o’clock AM. That is when I determined T.O.D.”

“TOD?” Crip wonders aloud.

“Time of death,” stated as a matter of fact. “He was entering some notes into his database handheld when the seizure stopped him cold.”

Can I see that thing? Maybe there are some signs of him starting to fail.” asks the Mission Director.

“Do not have it. The security man, who found him, said he had taken care of it.”

“Why was security in Fred’s quarters? How did he know there was something wrong with Fred?” Things aren’t adding up. “As far as I know, no one has ever been inside his room; he was that reclusive in his off-time.”

“Yes indeed, reclusive and disorganized, judging by the mess.” Dr. Sheffeldink was embarrassed about walking into the privacy of a man’s personal space. “The question is, what was he imputing and what caused the hemorrhages.”

“I am going to need some answers Mr. Coroner. Mr. Sheriff, I would like to keep this in house, no public pronouncement,” orders given by a visibly shaken administrator. “Good day gentlemen.”

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The mortician is off to do the autopsy, the sheriff to keep this part of the Panhandle safe and the security guard is nowhere to be found.

To Dr. Sheffeldink he orders, “We’ll be treating Fred’s death as ‘natural causes’. And to be honest Doctor, I am knee-deep in getting 50 more people to Mars; no time to deal with an official investigation.

“Please notify his relatives, if he has some, his wife-ex-wife whomever. It will be on a Image result for damage controlneed-to-know basis only.” Fredrick Cabell knew everything about everybody. But nobody knew anything about him.

Roy was hoping for tranquility around Colony Control, as the most important moments of manned spaceflight are taking place. But that is being replaced by early onset damaged control.


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