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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The NULL Solution = Episode 177

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The NULL Solution = Episode 177

…This appears to be a starfield for feckless foreigners, having all the feel of a jail…

“We will return to Sexta A and reassess our strategic position.”

It is not easy turning around a mobile planetoid {just ask any self-respecting comet}, especially when you cannot find your way. If it is possible, Collapsar’s trail has turned ice cold.

“We appear to be in a singular galaxy. Sexta A or any other galaxies, known or otherwise, have ceased to exist.”

Related imageŽupzïð would issue an order if he had a clue. “You have been in this place for a long period of time. Is there anything that you do recognize?”

O is here, but it looks different.” A shiny black version of Lorgan has been lurking all along. When you peer at this version, the only things you see are the trillions of stars “There is evidence that other worlds have been wandering within these boundaries.”

This appears to be a starfield for feckless foreigners. It has the feel of a jail. Prison planets are scattered all over the “regular” universe, so the concept of confinement is far from foreign.

“The Great Expanse has no boundaries.”

“This one does. There are no stars at the end. ⃝    will not allow us to go no further.”

I am the how & why that blocks your way

Prove your worthiness and the light will show the way back

“Another stupid riddle,” apparently the Ÿ€Ð do not have aptitude or the appetite for them. “Keep a lookout for that ridiculous rotating beam from the Terran system. That will steer us in the right direction.”

What about the riddle, pilgrim?

Lights out this way are few and there is little detectable heat generated by what stars there are. It is like they have been hung in the sky, held in place by invisible strings. Harmonia’s lighthouse is nowhere to be seen.


The NULL Solution =

Episode 177


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