Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 211
Constance Caraway Private Investigation is calling the number that Agent Daniels left with her – just in case…
The one wildcard in this latest scheme to chase Satan back into his fiery hole continues to be his former deputy-devil-turned-Libbyite Cephus/ Agent Daniels. If Constance Caraway is a prickly thorn in the devil’s foot, this uncovered CIA mole would be a spear, prowling, lurking, and seeking to pierce without warning.
Pentateuch absolutely despises the very type of individual that he is himself: silent, devious, ruthless.
Cephus may be watching and Pentateuch would not know it.
Penty hates being unawares. —
— Even government operatives get vacation time and Agent Daniels has slipped off to Jamaica for some well-deserved rest, after he had confirmed that the inspectors of the Blue Ridge Angel were nothing more than phony-baloney nondescript, albeit willing government saboteurs.
“Jesse James,” the telephone speaks in his open-air room at the Silver Seas Resort.
“Wow, a real name to go with a real voice!” The founder and collective soul of Constance Caraway Investigation is calling the number that he left with her – just in case.
“Get out of here you pesky critter!”
“Excuse me,” she is surprised by the apparent rebuke.
“Sorry Constance, I wasn’t talking at you. I have a couple of House Geckos who insist on darting around whenever I’m about to use the shower; they seem to prefer domestic water over island water. Too bad they have no natural predators to worry about. I may need to toss them into the Caribbean.” He means business, but eschews real killing. “What has our two-legged lizard been up to?”
“Well, that’s just it, we have come upon some new information and in addition, Graham is returning to Chicago on the 28th for a baseball stadium meeting. I’m thinking that Penty has caught wind of this… you do remember what happened last month?”
“What information are we talking about?”
“It seems that Ace & I have acquired detailed, ancient instructions on how to put this sneaky bastard in his place. I happen to think that you may be the man who can carry out those instructions.”
“And there will be a little extra in your paycheck next month.” P.I.s will tell little-white-lies to get results.
“If you have either the authority to A: give me a raise or B: put Pentateuch out of business, I will be impressed,” he cannot resist the chance to deal a setback to his longtime notable nemesis. “I’ve got a few days left before I have to get back to work.”
“Can you read any ancient languages?”
“Among other modern tongues, Latin – Hebrew – Greek – Aramaic…”
“Yeah, the last one… wait ‘til you see what fell into our laps on OUR spring vacation.”
“That is the dominant language of 1st Century A.D. you know, Jesus-speak, but not too common these days.”
He will soon be reaching back into history to help reconstitute a divine formula for demonic eradication.
Constance Caraway P.I.