Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 24
…“This place is a mess, Martin, how does this guy know where anything is…
“This whole case is leaving an international aftertaste in my mouth.” Constance is concerned.
“Okay already, I get your point. It’s not like I’m going to plagiarize his work. I will break into his office, without a key or permission and we’ll see what we can find. It’s at the end of the hall.”
“Stand back!” Tailing behind, the slightly built Martin Kamen prepares to bust down the door in a rush.
“Martin, you don’t need to…”
But he does anyway, putting every ounce of his 160 pounds, but the black oaken door swings in to the left without resistance. Kamen finds himself face down on the floor.
“… do that!” giggles Fanny. “Constance picked the lock,”
“Apparently.” He dusts himself off, having bruised his ego, not his body.
“This place is a mess, Martin. How does this guy know where anything is?”
“Willard is a neat freak. I would say that someone has been looking for something. I was here on the 18th and it was as neat as a pin.” Martin had been in here many times, but he had never used a discerning eye when looking about.
“We have an excellent campus police force, I’ll have them come and check this out.”
“What am I, Swiss cheese? I’ll take it from here and I’ll let you know when you can call in those cardboard cutouts for cops.” She is not impressed with any of the security she has seen, whether here or at that supposedly “top secret” national lab out in nowheresville. “Fanny, I see that you are dusting for prints, keep your eyes peeled for any mistakes made by the creeps who did this.”
Constance Caraway P.I.