Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 142

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 142

…“Don’t play with matches?” Constance relates Smokey Bear’s advice…

Scene board-001Daniels instinctively backs away toward the safety of the February Chicago air (on the other side of the front door) exposing what, or rather, who was supposed to be a good-natured hoax.

The pranked private detective did not see this one coming. There reentering the land of the living is Martin Kamen, a bit charred, but none the worse for wear.

“Before you get too mad, we have to get Martin over to the safe house, like now! I am 99.44% sure that Pentateuch believes we died out at the lab fire.”

“Like Ivory Soap?”Too relieved to be angry and above being offended by being the butt of jokes, Constance gives Martin a bear hug, while speaking to the shadowy essence who will be moving on, “Stay in touch Agent Daniels,”.

“You can call me Jesse,” he confirms.

“I think I’ll stick with Agent.” She takes the towel off her head and snaps it at him like a bullwhip, then immediately turning to attack the other rascal. “Now I will deal with you Marty!” He hates to be called Marty.

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But they cannot tarry long at Kimbark, to conceal yet another of the undead. The once exclusive club adds another casualty, all for the sake that provocative isotope called carbon-14 and that provocateur, Willard Libby. “I think our arsonist was really after Daniels, though, by now, he doesn’t think much of me either.” He wipes some soot from his brow. “So the upshot is, both us were burned to death, as far as the news release will read when it hits the AP wire.”

“I hate to ask the obvious question, but did Sparky take the bogus info, or did he just torch and run?”

“Yes he did, he took the file right before he trapped us inside an inferno,” he looks over to his colleague, “and fortunately I remembered that hint you planted in my brain months ago.”

“Don’t play with matches?” Constance relates Smokey Bear’s advice.

“No, he found the floor trap door,” it “was” Willard’s office after all. “I don’t suppose you were able to save any of my things.”

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“The file cabinet was fireproof as you know.”

“I was talking about the mastodon model I had on my desk.”

“I wonder if Penty saw it. I’m sure he would appreciate the irony.”

“We can only hope that he gets the point and leaves us alone,” Constance is tiring of the chase. “Let’s lay low for a while.”

“I’ll be right here, waiting to see what my obituary says.”

“Here lay Martin, dead and broken hearted, thought he’d live, but off he was carted.”

“Poetry, Fanny would love that one!” Ace brings up a sore subject.

“Fanny …….…” Constance trails off mournfully, knowing that things with her and her friend are not going well.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 141

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 141

…After narrowly escaping a fiery end, Agent Daniels decides to pull a fast-one on Constance…

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Humor is a subjective form of expression. Something that seems hilarious to one person may be dull and offensive to another.

Scene board-001Martin Kamen and Agent Daniels hatch a plan that will garner an unknown reaction from Constance Caraway, who has also been known to do the unexpected for effect. To add insult to injury, they recruit Ajax Bannion who, when Daniels tells him of the gag, “Count me in. She’s upstairs taking a bath, but she should be down soon. She has been a real basket case ever since you guys left.”

So the scene is set, preloaded to have Agent Daniels sitting on the front room sofa with Ace. They portray a somber mood befitting the loss of a compatriot. When Connie comes downstairs, in her pink chenille robe, sopping wet hair piled atop her head bound by a towel, she is taken aback by the presence of someone other than Ace (and the elusive William, but he doesn’t count) in the house. That she is clothed at all is a good thing.

“You’re back!” Her excitement is tempered by one person, who is conspicuous by his absence. “Did he take the bait…?” she asks pensively.

The two men react not to her, continuing to discuss things as though they don’t hear her.

“Where is Martin?”

Daniels rises to his feet, his black trench coat wreaking of smoke and faced stained by soot. “There was a fire… poor Martin didn’t have a chance.”

A million thoughts flood her imagination, not the least of which is grief. What went wrong? The plan was rock-solid. No one was going to get hurt. She plops into a chair, glaring at Daniels like he has managed to behead her favorite doll. “Why do we continue the fight: kidnapping, shootings, suicide and now a fire? Maybe we’re overmatched, when one side is a nearly invisible bastard with unearthly power. I think you can take it from here Daniels, or whatever damned names you’re using today—–“

“Is Eliot Ness taken?” Daniels blurts in gut reaction to Constance’s rant.

“Great, a f*****g comedian, just what we need,” she only swears when there is no end to the rope.


Constance Caraway P.I.

Forever Mastadon


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