| Private Dick by Anthony Ainsworth & Lucas Vereline [email protected] & [email protected] |
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| "Excelent," said Jack pulling a long cheap paper cigar from inside his coat and lighting it with more than just a subtle flick of his wrist. A wreath of smoke circled around his face making him look like a fat grease devil. Leon caughed and pointed at the non-smoking sign posted on the wall but Jack paid no attention. "I have some information for you," said Jack pulling a giant manilla envelope from his briefcase and slamming it down on the desk. Leon wished that he'd taken at least a couple of shots before agreeing to see this man. "Since this is dangerous work I charge $600 dollars a day plus expenses," Leon caughed and his lungs burned like hot cinders. " I'm going to need a $1300 dollar deposite. James will take care of everything on the way out." Standing up he yelled into the intercom, "James, please draw up the contract papers and show Mr. Squinley out - and bring me my allergy medicine." Leon shook Mr. Squinley's hand vigirously as he escorted him out the door as rapidly as possible saying, "Don't worry we will be in touch in the next couple of days. We'll put our best effort into this. Thank you for coming in," and then Jack was gone from the room. Leon put his head dow on the desk and caughed slowly. A few minuted later the James entered the office with the allergy pill, a glass of water and a concerned look on his face. "Dear, you should at least open a window," he said. Leon drank the whole glass of water in one gulp and swallowed the pill while James went over to the window, opened it and walked through it to the wide open office balcony that made this office such a great deal. Leon got up and stood outside with James, holding his head and moaning at intervals, like a dieing duck. �I need you to go through that envelope and see if there is any pertinent information in there. I�m going to the library to do a little research on our friends the �Twin Titties�, said Leon. James nodded his head. �Anything else,� said James. �Make sure you get my suit pressed,� said Leon. Leon used public transportation because, after three charges of Driving While Intoxicated, he decided to stop taking the risk. He had to take the Red Line to Downtown and switch to a city bus to get to the library, and it just so happened that on the way, in a little run down building was a Russian Spa started by a couple of brothers who immigrated in the 50�s to the United States. Although the outside looked run down this was only a fa�ade to keep all the people who didn�t know about the place firsthand out, and marble, chandeliers, lounge chairs, big screen TV�s, and a decent vodka and beer selection kept the people who did know about the place coming back. Leon went up to the desk. �Hey there Leon,� said the attendant whose name was Akakii. �Hey,� said Leon who had no idea how to pronounce the attendant�s name. Akakii produced a sheet, two towels, a bar of soap, and Leon�s regular locker key, number 13. |
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