Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 153

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 153

…while standing in the parking lot of Saint Anthony’s, there  comes the sound of screeching tires…

As for Eddie Dombroski himself, he is pretty much a slave to the ventilator that keepsPopular Mechanics him breathing. Ace has brought him a Popular Mechanics magazine, which lights him up for a moment, but he definitely is not himself.

Billy Graham has summoned the hospital’s chaplain in order to bring a united spiritual front to the visit. Eddie has had his Saint Stanislaus Parish priest stop by several times, but a portable confessional is not what the man needs. Graham is a fierce prayer warrior that can save even the lost-est of lost, given the time to do so. The chaplain then will serve as spiritual reinforcement.

Eddie has related the strange dreams he was having concerning the devil and does so to this day. There is no doubt in Graham’s mind that they are in the midst of an epic battle, the Libby Affair folks are at the epicenter of Satan’s focus.

After an hour with some of his favorite people, there is renewed spring to this hospital bed. He asks about Fanny, about every ten minutes, telling Connie that he has his wife talking to Fanny every day, compared to every other week for Constance.

As they trio prepares to leave, while standing in the parking lot of Saint Anthony’s that’s not so large that you lose your car, there first comes the sound of screeching tires, a symphony of background noise of a big city.

They barely notice the commotion, when another car rushes into their isle, blocking the path of an oncoming four wheel projectile. The blocking car is t-boned, nearly causing it to roll onto its side…………..


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 13

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 13

…Nagging questions; we all have them…

Chapter Two

 SILENCER

Nagging questions; we all have them.

Like:

  1. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
  2. Which falls faster to the ground, a bowling ball or a ping-pong ball?
  3. Is gray really a color?
  4. How many scientists does it take to guess the age of the universe?
 Answers: 1. no one knows   2. the bowling ball hurts more if it lands on your head   3. no, unless it’s your favorite   4. three, if they live to tell the tale

The last question is different from the others and the only vexing one that concerns Constance Caraway, even though she has strong opinions about the others. When you are starting from the ground floor, it makes no sense to be standing on the roof.

( Cab driver Eddie has been sent home, mercifully, for the remainder of Christmas Eve and may even make Midnight mass with his family at Saint Stanislaus Catholic Parish. He then must explain why he has to return to Lemont Township to pick up a fare early on Christmas Day.)

None of this here all exactly has that holiday feel for anyone involved; while the rest of Chicago  celebrate Christmas and the folks back in Tallahassee, for that matter.

State Street 1950 Christmas

The detective duo is moving at the same brisk pace of their current employer Martin… or whoever came up with the 50 grand… you can take your pick.  He is leading them down into a series of hallways that have a subterranean feel to them. Hansel & Gretel would be leaving breadcrumbs behind so as to find their way back out.

It is entirely possible, from what  has been gathered so far, that Kamen’s colleague Libby seems to have developed a theory or come upon some information that someone definitely does not want to see the light of day.

“You are saying that this is the building, here at the lab, that Willard Libby was seen last?” Constance is piecing together the man’s last known moments.

“Yes. The guard at the east Bluff Road entrance recorded his coming, but not his going.” People at a Top Secret government facility just don’t walk away unnoticed.

“Alright, then! All we have to do is interview everyone who was on the grounds that day,” Fanny’s simple solution may have some holes.


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