Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 145

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 145

…If nothing else, the Dark Deceiver will transform this 5046 S. Greenwood into a Halloween favorite…

The physical act of reading is such a bore. If he had not given the Libby Affair his own hands-on flair, (Pentateuch absolutely loves bringing flames with him to the surface) he wouldn’t bother thumbing through this tactile diatribe, crafted by a frail minded human lackey. The loose interpretation: stupid human fictional nonsense.

hook-line-and-sinkerBut he does rifle through the counter-Libby plunder, eating up the fact that Willard Libby’s secret has literally died on the vine. It took five deaths to reach this point, but the end result is that the Great Deception lives on. Countless generations of the world’s students will have their minds filled with evolutionary equations that include six zeroes and covert godless perceptions.

Perception comprises the majority (95%) of reality. It is that minority truth you have to watch out for. As it is with the general public so it is with The Dark Deceiver; he is swallowing the bait left at Argonne, hook, line and sinker.

5046 Greenwood

With the audacity of a victorious leader, Pentateuch has chosen a vacant home just north of the North Campus on south Greenwood Avenue, as near to the University of Chicago as he dare. The building at 5046 is huge, but it has been doomed by the quality of the neighborhood and the trail of inauspicious owners. It has been said that this particular house will always be inhabited by possessively possessed people, given to lustful power.

Pentateuch most certainly qualifies for the above, though he is unaware of how close he is to the Laboratory Schools and the basement hideaway of Martin Kamen and Willard Libby. If nothing else, the Dark Deceiver will transform this place into a Halloween favorite, if not the coldest place on the block.


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Perception is 90% of Reality

Perception is 95% of Reality

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 111

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 111

…“That gives us the weekend to bum around this Toddlin’ Town…

“That gives us the weekend to bum around this Toddlin’ Town.”

“Yes, I want to meet all the players in this game. This ain’t your ordinary cheating husband crap,” Ace speculates. Constance Knows.

In the time it takes to drive down Lake Shore Drive south, give or take 10 minutes, she has time to unravel the twisted tale of a missing scientist, two nosey broads from Florida, a relentless storytelling taxi driver and Satan.

“The University of Chicago is an amazing place. It is as diverse a college campus as you’ll find; nothing like the lily-white schools in the south. Willard Libby is a researcher slash professor here and the only reason we came up to the great white north,” when she and Fanny landed in Illinois their lives began to change. “He is an amazing story, was catatonic when we found him, but when you meet him, you wouldn’t know it.”

Libby Dead or Alive-001“So you have him stashed away somewhere?”

“Yeah, they had a funeral for him last week… yes I know it’s bizarre, but the man wouldn’t last a day on the street. Every brother and his mother have been trying to keep his mouth shut, permanent-like.”

“All this because he was shaving a few years off the age of Earth?”

“More than a just a few years and it turns out there is an unbelievable conspiracy to shut him up.”

“Ah ha,” he can appreciate a good put-on, “the bad guys think they have done just that?”

“Isn’t that beautiful?” she gloats. “But the hits just keep on coming—good, smart people are still at risk and there is no letting our guard down.” Ace can tell how serious she really is. “And good folks, like Eddie Dombroski’s family and our neighbor Betty are being kidnapped, Battles_grandeshot or bombed. This needs to stop.”

“Good, let’s stop the bastards, I’m in favor of that, but the last time I checked God could have stopped the devil, before he got going, but he didn’t and WE, little ol’ us is going to do it?”

“According to our Agent Daniels, the double agent’s double agent, a genuine real in-your-face act of God took care of one bad guy. That only ties the score in my book and I want to be on the winning side.” She cups his chin with her freehand, “Sometimes you pick the fight, other times the fight picks you.”


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 102

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 102

…In this case, Willard Libby had died from complications of hypothermia; so sad, so false…

“Are you absolutely positive that carbon-14, in any biological form, cannot be successfully folded into the current half-life equation?”

“I have taken this right out to the before the first Ice Age and there is an absolute wall at 20K,” Willard Libby is taken to task by Martin Kamen in a final review of his game changing findings. “If life on this planet does not predate 20000 BC, then how can we accurately attach an age to Earth?”

“It sat around empty for a few billion years and then life suddenly appeared,” Martin was joking.

“Good point! In the Creation scenario, God could have done up the Universe a bit early, all the while perfecting the human form… and all the animals, etc, etc. All I know for certain is that this radioisotope does not extend past 20, not even those damned Brontosaurus.”

The pair of research scientists is still in hiding at an undisclosed location in the bowels of the University of Chicago. They are hatching a scheme where Willard Libby can safely release his findings to the world. They begin by purchasing the very first tape recorder commercially available. Of course the Japanese copy/manufacture what the Americans invent. Though it weighs 40 pounds and was hard to sneak in, Libby starts recording audio to accompany his charts and graphs.

The biggest drawback to the plan is that Willard Libby has been declared dead, deceased, checked out, met his maker, bit the dust, crashed and burned, gonzo. The once secret “death” at Elgin State Hospital has fallen victim to an innocent clerical mistake. Someone unknowingly releases Libby’s death notice, along with the other recently departed hospital patients.

Elgin has been under tight scrutiny ever since a scandal rocked the mental health facility. They had suppressed deaths due to the questionable reasons for casualties, yes casualties resulting from the use of untested drugs treatments and what would normally labeled as medieval torture devices.

In this case, Willard Libby had died from complications of hypothermia; so sad, so false.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 78

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 78

…no phone calls, telegrams, letters, walks along the Midway Plaissance or sit-down Chinese food…

“I hate to be the one to tell you Willard, but you are dead… sorry.” Constance delivers news few dead people ever hear.

“When is the funeral, I’d love to see who shows up.”

“I love that angle. Who could resist eavesdropping on a steady stream of science-types, speculating on what you were working on at the time of your death and about what a good guy you were?”

“Or listen to the whispers from the folks who only pretended to like you,” Libby is aware of the petty jealous nature of scientific research.

“I don’t want to burst your bubble, but the rest of the world knows you as merely missing. World Agnostica-001Your death, as an unidentified indigent in Elgin, is for the benefit of Wolfgram and the other Mastadon creepy creeps,” Constance clarifies. “Oh and by-the-by, it appears that misspelled Mastadon is a just a cheesy front for a more globally active organization named WORLD AGNOSTICA UNLIMITED.

Indubitably! Our ambassador to the U.N. warned me at Tolentine about some nefarious society with bad intent, so that doesn’t surprise me,” the former basket-case concludes. “So what am I supposed to do with myself while my friend Martin and his beautiful sidekicks are out defending Creation’s honor?”

Lay low, that’s all we ask. Your input is critical to our ultimate success, with your informational conference (in the future) as the dangling carrot for your cooperation, so no phone calls, telegrams, letters, walks along the Midway Plaissance or sit-down Chinese food. Martin will be your guardian and will help you from behind the scenes. He will be your mouthpiece, right Marty?”

“He hates being called Marty.”

“This is the real Willard Libby is, that proves it!” Fanny refers to how Eddie D. gets under Martin’s skin with that flippant nickname. “The hospital nicknamed you, Whacked-out Willy.”

Ouch!

From the mouth of babes…


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 73

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 73

Chapter Seven

 AUTHORSHIP

Nearly every literary work has a creator, the one individual who is responsible for it, an ascribed acknowledged credit. Most of us, writer or reader, have an erudite bent, an area of interest that we are attracted to for whatever reason, be it passion or curiosity.

Authorship can be applied to:

  • A book
  • A philosophy
  • An idea

 

If you copy text from a book and claim it as your own without acknowledging the author, it is called plagiarism.

Now you can be defiant and assign authorship to nothing or no one, but by merely claiming so does not make it so.

So, if this wonderful world on which we live was created for our pleasure, would it not be wise to at least give credit where credit is due?

The University of Chicago serves as a magnet for a wide variety of academic pursuits. Its centralized location in North America makes it the perfect place for like-minded individuals to congregate.

As an example, when it came to developing a war-busting-atomic-bomb, Chicago became to logical choice to do so; not so good for testing it safely, but a swell place for a think tank to flourish.

Willard Libby was not on The Pile Team at Argonne National Lab, but he did play a role in taking it to completion with the greater Manhattan Project. It allowed him to establish a platform from which he could work on other things, like radiocarbon dating.

His office in a remote wing of the Humanities Building at U-Chicago is well “lived in”, a home away from home if you will. If you want to steal something of value from his home in Olympia Fields, you might net yourself a color television or a short-wave radio. However, if you want to make off with something of value from his office home, you would need to find it first. He called it ‘the best kept secret’ around and is proud of it.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 44

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 44

…We have a Mr. Steinberg on the line wanting information on an unknown mental patient of his…

The news on the other “good guy” at the Tolentine Summit turns out to be the opposite of fruitful. Fruitless best describes the result of the attempt to speak with Ernesto Pacelli. The word from Italy is that the Pope’s emissary was found hanging his quarters at a Rome hostel, one day after returning from the States.

“Suicide? That is about as coincidental as Fanny’s abduction.” Martin’s assessment matches Constance’s conspiracy theory, as well as statistical coincidence.

“If the conspirators are taking out the ancillary participants, what are their plans for Willard Libby?”

“Am I ancillary Connie? I need a dictionary to know where I stand.” Fanny Renwick, in moments of insecurity, will verbally test her partner, as it applies to her commitment to “them” as a couple.

“Come on Fanny, you know what I mean. That Pacelli guy was a mouthpiece for the Roman Catholic Church… not the Pope, not even…,” she remembers something else, “…we’ve completely forgotten about Cardinal Stritch, he was a late arriver to Tolentine,” she refers to that entrance as described by Sister Mary Joseph. “He is the Archbishop of the Chicago Diocese, a pretty big local fish in his own right!”

Before she can pick up the phone to dial the University switchboard and get the Cardinal’s number, the black desk phone rings proactively. She instinctively backs away, deferring to the man of the house.

“Martin Kamen,” he states with assertion.

“This is Mildred at the phone hub, Professor Kamen. We have a Mr. Steinberg on the line wanting information on an unknown mental patient of his, a man who keeps referring to the University.”

“Indeed,” he covers the phone with his palm. “I think someone may be calling about Will!”

“Take the call, I’ll jump on the extension,” she runs up the stairs, excited about the only outside reference about the man since they came to Chicago, almost a week ago.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 24

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 24

…“This place is a mess, Martin, how does this guy know where anything is…

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Constance – Martin – Fanny

“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.”

One, two, three they hustle down the polished granite floors of the Humanities Building, prepared to find a way to the other side of the door labeled:

“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.

“Let me guess, there won’t be any record of who had the opportunity to do this?” Constance surmises that universities are trusting by nature, “That would be too easy.”

“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.”


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