Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 93

…First comes the bright flash – then a loud crack and explosive boom…

Off in the distance he can hear and feel a low rumbling, like a passing locomotive or … thunder… in winter, can it be?

He knows that he is supposed to lure Sister Mary from the Holy shield of the Tolentine multi-level interconnected roofs, so he suggests, “It’s such a pleasant day, can we catch a bit of fresh air?”

“Why certainly, Mr. Spencer, you lead the way.”

He strolls out from under the entrance overhang and close to a courtyard filled with statues, crosses and stone tablets. “Let’s go down the drive and back,” he passes the car that brought him here. It is empty. He keeps an eye out for any excuse to make the planned nun-elimination go away.

Dark clouds have been forming on the quarter mile walk down to the street, they are ominous and rolling. The warmish winds are freshening to a formidable gale, blowing Daniel’s fedora out into a nearby open slushy snow-laden field. Running out to fetch it, he catches a glimpse of a figure poised behind an arching arborvitae.

They pass by the shrubbery without incident, but Daniels still weaves forth and back, like a drunken pedestrian, to make a clear sightline difficult in expectation of a coming gunshot.

lightning“Are you all right Mr. Spencer?” if she only knew.

Instead of the bang of a gun, the blackened sky opens up to expose a white gaping hole, with a bolt of lightning streaking down from it. First comes the bright flash, and then because of the close proximity, a simultaneously loud crack and explosive boom follows, chards of soil falling back to the ground.

Both the nun and the spy cower in reaction to it. The entire event is over just as quickly and as they look up in the sky, the visage of an angel ascends through the white hole into the heavens, taking the storminess with.

Every hair on their bodies is electrified, standing straight out. Sister Mary is kneeling with arms wide open in praise, Daniels is trying to digest what he just saw. There is a smoking crater where Canisso was lurking and the smell of charred flesh.

“Let’s get back inside, quick,” he urges, not wanting a repeat of what had just happened. Mary Joseph rises from her knees hardly believing that she had seen an Angel from Heaven.

“It is done Lord,” Gabriel reports.

“I am pleased Gabriel.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 82

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 82

…‘Mamma told me not to come’, he thinks to himself during this no-turning-back moment…

Daniels/Cephus will set aside his apprehension for later, having been met in the hall by Canisso/Wolfgram, dedicated defender of “The Great Deception”.

“This way Cephus, you have been expected.”

Prior to this, Daniels’ (as an informant/plant) view of Vincent Wolfgram was completely different, more of a fellow worker than this administrative visage. In fact, he cannot remember seeing the man on this side of the Atlantic before; previous informational “leaks” about Pope- doings never involved individuals, in that stead, he would utilize the more popular “drop” method.

In his work at the Vatican Communications Department, he is known as Bernard Spencer, an American electronic specialist in this new age of the telephone and television; yet another alias name, leaving one to wonder how he keeps them straight. He can know what/when he wants to know it, without being questioned by papal higher ups. He has amazing security clearance on either side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Cephus, not the Noah-of-old descendant, enters a vast chamber filled to the brim with solid gold items, so brilliant yet quite unnerving. ‘Mamma told me not to come’, he thinks to himself during this no-turning-back moment.

“Come forward Cephus,” an echoing voice rains down from a ceiling-less throne. Pentateuch has command of his world, asking no quarter, expecting unquestioned obedience. “I have an important matter for you to take care of, nothing to do with the pope,” he says without reverence.

“You must think I can do the job,” his voice quakes slightly.

“I want you to extricate the human Mary Joseph Franks from her lair. I believe that she is under the protection of the Divine One, which is a formidable obstacle. And as she has already made Canisso’s acquaintance, I need some other human for the intervention.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 28

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 28

…Sister Joe lets slip one very important previously unreported detail…

Constance appears to wander aimlessly through the halls, looking for tangible clues left behind by eclectic, if not curious assortment of men. She checks all the waste baskets she can find, not exactly an ordinary thing to do.

“Forgive us, but the custodian is on a leave of absence. Coincidently, we have no bookings scheduled for the next three weeks, too cold for folks I guess. I haven’t had the chance to take out the trash.”

“That’s okay, just hoping to find something, anything about the Pope… I’m a big fan.” More like big liar, but her sticky fingers do net some scraps of paper with, hopefully debris from the meeting of the six eclectic men.

Sister Joe lets slip one very important previously unreported detail.

“There was a briefcase left alongside the conference table in the conference room, but when I told Will about it, he said it wasn’t his. It requires a key, so he said it must belong to that man that government gentleman. I left it right where I found it. Wouldn’t that Mr. Wolfgram come back for it if it was important?”

Martin Kamen nods emphatically, doing his level best to keep Mary Joseph’s attention away from the girls, who by now are scurrying through Tolentine like mice in the cover of darkness.

“Not here,” says one.

“Not here,” says the other in passing.

“Nothing.”

“Notta.”

“Got it!” Fanny proclaims.

“Head straight for the car, Fan. Tell Eddie to stay at the ready. Me and Marty will try to get some more info from her even though I don’t think she has no clue about what has gone on here.”

“Neither does us.”

“Maybe no, maybe yes, but we are about to know more about something, so get out to the car before she sees you with that thing!”

Sainted Aunt Mary had one thing of value to share about her nephew’s stay. “He seemed normal to me, said he would invite me over for Christmas, us both being alone for the holiday. I guess he had a change of plans; never heard back from him.”

Related image“Yes, something unexpected came up.”

“Tell him that I love him, when you see him.”

“We will Sister Franks,” Martin promised, hoping they would get the chance to deliver the message.


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