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The Dark Grey Sky Written by Anthony George Senda
The Dark Grey Sky Written by Anthony George Senda
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NARRATOR
Home. (PAUSE) A simple word and one that once meant so much. But
now there was a difference. She was gone.
Gone forever and it now meant that home had now become a prison.
Empty and foreboding and filled with memories of the past and
the ever present fact that I could have stopped it but my
arrogance and my misplaced trust in what I thought she was
instead of what she had become had blinded me into taking the
actions I did and now I was looking at myself in a new light.
Was the sacrifice worth it for someone who seldom not only
didnt appreciate it but who thought that getting money and
things were due to her as if she was some ancient queen waiting
to have her weight tallied in sacks of coin on a scale?
(DEEP SIGH)
39 years.
Would I do it again?
Probably not.
Some of the reasons were right but her thought processes and
mine were from another time and another planet.
And never would be no matter what anyone did for her or how much
anyone tried to tell her that her way was not the right way to
act in a civilized society.
It was time to move on but since the breakup Ive felt like a
deer trapped in amber, unable to move and my senses have been
dulled by despair and depression.
This polemic probably bores the hell out of the listener, for
its another one of those Guy screws up relationship stories
but since Id been involved with her for so long, I knew of no
other way and am terrified of being alone.
At 64, one doesnt have a lot of time to do the things that came
easy at 25.
The body betrays and other people rush around too fast these
days and starting anything more than a passing acquaintance
seems pass.
(SIGH)
But now was not the time and I reached over and took a sip of
coffee out of the giant I dont do mornings cup when the phone
rang.
MICHAEL VULTURNO
NARRATOR
Shower, shave, take the days clothes off the clothes horse.
My old Army gun had served me well and had even saved my life
more than once.
I put the gun in the holster, put on my jacket, made sure the
cat had food and water, petted the cat, grabbed my keys, locked
the door, and headed down the stairs to the street.
EXT. MR. BROCKS APARTMENT MORNING
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I got off a shot which starred the right rear window of the
sedan and then got off three more shots and got lucky.
One went through the open window and hit the gunman squarely in
the head, lodging in his right eye. He slumped down in the seat
with blood pouring out of what was left of his shattered eye
socket.
Another traveled through the window and hit the driver in the
right side of his ear and his head fell on the steering wheel
hard.
As he did, the car went out of control and hit the fire hydrant
across the street from my building and chopped it off quicker
than a Ginsu knife and the hydrant fell over dead onto the
sidewalk.
Even when they serve, we always treat our veterans like dirt
during their deployments and upon their return as well, with
many maimed and forgotten like disposing of a used Kleenex.
As I thought:
Nothing.
No I.D.
Nada.
Someone must have called the fire department too, for one of
their smaller trucks rolled up behind the two cars. But the
firemen would have to wait as this was first a crime scene and
then a flood.
A police sergeant got out of the first car on the drivers side.
Hed been on the force for years and some thought he WAS the
force, all 225 pounds of toughened Irish steel.
A muscular man with short cropped grey hair, around six feet,
give or take an inch, and steely blue eyes that didnt waver for
a second as they quickly surveyed the scene.
Rossy spotted me and was about to wave when the passenger door
opened and a big bull of a man got out.
He was stocky and scowling as his eyes darted back and forth
quickly, wasting no time in his study of the wreckage and the
surroundings.
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He walked over and his clothes were bone dry, though his shoes
were wet as the water now flooded the sidewalk and was beginning
to lap the curbstones on both sides of the street like a mini
tsunami.
Hey, Harry! Can we turn the damned water off? Were losing local
pressure and
NARRATOR
Yeah, go ahead, Al. But dont touch anything while youre doing
it!
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From the other car, four detectives poured out, their equipment
readied, as they headed towards the car to do the usual stuff:
measurements, photos, and video. Examine the scene in minutiae
while leaving no hydrant untouched.
The fire crew left their vehicle and headed for the hydrant.
One of them was holding a remote control in his hand and the
control was guiding a portable winch on treads that was
motorized.
On top of the winch was an arm that extended out like Thors
hammer and on the end was a hook with pulleys attached to it. On
the hook was a red temporary emergency hydrant, which was used
in case some driver lost a battle with one of them.
It didnt happen often in my small town but for some reason this
year there had been three incidents where drivers, all women and
all driving in daylight, managed to not only kill three fire
hydrants but also proceed to kill the power for everything for
miles around.
One errant driver even managed to drive her car up the guide
wire of a wooden telephone pole and left her car sitting
perfectly balanced on the guide wire after having snapped the
pole in two and killing a hydrant.
Behind it was a truck from the city engineers and another from
the water department.
Men climbed out of those trucks and in about five minutes the
roar and gushing of the hydrant stopped as the engineers, they
too sopping wet but in rain boots, shut off the water flood for
good.
The medical examiners wagon drove up and, behind it, the van
that nobody ever wants to ride in but that all of us will one
day, came to a stop behind it.
It has a nice courtyard across the way with a big fountain and
wide plaza that kids play in and which is the home for many
local events as well.
The Masons have been the subject of controversy for years but
their members do good works and I had no problem with them and
knew many of the local temples members.
My late Father wasnt a Mason but he had been a Moose and I had
teased him a lot about it, much to his distress, but the Moose,
like many fraternal groups, also do much good work and are to be
admired as well.
I was a member of the local lodge and have spent many hours down
there sitting, poring over case files while sipping root beer or
Peach Snapple or Rush Limbaughs Two if by Teas peach iced tea
- when I can afford a case.
This month I was fully stocked as Id solved a big case and two
stacks of cases of Snapple and Rushs iced tea were in both my
office and in my apartment too.
He walked over to the car to peruse the scene for a moment and
then walked over and stood next to Harry and asked:
Hey, Harry, who in the hell did it this time? You know how
backed up we are, what with the Gillespie case and all.
Now you give me what looks like a mob hit and thats the last
damned thing we need around here and let me tell you-
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MR. BROCK
OK, Simmons. But Lieutenant Pritchard here may have other ideas
about how I am once he talks to me.
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(BELLOWING)
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I knew better than to let him rant, for if I didnt stop him,
hed go on for days so I broke in and said:
MR. BROCK
Oh, yes.
I dove over the railing of the stair landing while getting out
my gun and returned fire and hit the shooter and the driver.
(FLATLY)
Yeah, with you, the list of guys wanting to knock you off is
almost endless.
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To which I replied:
MR. BROCK
I dont have a client but I think I might have heard his voice
before.
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Harry piped up a second time, this time with a look on his face
and his eyes of both puzzlement and sheer vexation in both as he
asked:
Are you trying to tell me that you, a former Marine master gunny
and expert marksman just happened to get off not just one but
TWO lucky shots, as you call them?
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Harry looked at him and nodded his okay and then I said:
MR. BROCK
You served, Harry. You of all people know that sometimes things
just happen and you get off a couple of shots but youve got no
time to think about it. The old instincts just kick in and
sometimes you get the bears before they get you. This was one of
those times.
(RELENTING)
Okay, I buy that. I know youre the best shot Ive ever seen.
Except for me and maybe Rossy over there.
MR. BROCK
Well, Harry. I did go over and checked the bodies for I.D.
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Harrys face turned bright red like the old Charley Weaver
battery operated bartender toy from the 1950s and I could even
see a teensy hint of steam hissing out of his ears as he blew
up.
(ANGRY)
Not only are you a pain in the neck but you should know better.
You messed up MY crime scene and should have left things alone.
This is the kind of crap that got you tossed off the force in
Pittsburgh, then Vegas, and L.A., and
NARRATOR
MR. BROCK
(SARCASTIC)
You know that in all those cases, the review boards exonerated
my actions as justified and in one case I got a commendation for
good police work that led to a ring of nationwide internet
stalkers being sent to prison who were operating out of
Missouri.
I was tired of suits who had forgotten what it was like to work
the streets telling me what to do.
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And with that, he waved goodbye as his man placed the bodies
into the coroners van and they drove off.
With the usual nothing to see here stuff having been finished,
the crowd had gone back inside and I wearily trudged back
upstairs to shower and change.
(DRYLY)
Again.
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I picked up the phone and called Swansons and Annie, the coffee
server, picked it up. Hearing her cheerful voice always made me
feel happy.
We flirt a lot every time I go into the coffee shop but so far I
wasnt lucky enough to wrangle a date with her, much to my great
loss.
ANNIE
MR. BROCK
(SMILING)
ANNIE
There sure is, hon. Hes been tapping his heels, gulping coffee,
and keeps looking at the door and the Kitty Kat clock and I
think he might leave at any moment.
MR. BROCK
And could you do me a big favor and let me take you out to
dinner? Theres a Bogie festival down at the Castro.
My heart breaks into little, tiny pieces every time you say no.
ANNIE
(LAUGHING)
Ill give it some thought and let you know. And Ill give your
friend my best smile too.
NARRATOR
I took some Simple Green and cleaned off as much as I could and
put them in a window to dry.
My gun did not fare so well. I pointed its barrel into the
bathroom sink and a flood of water came pouring out.
The den adjoins my bedroom and serves as the man cave during
sports seasons and my own private film noir revival sessions
with friends or alone when my pals werent available.
Even the carpets had Steelers colors on it and the big 115 inch
set mounted on the wall with chairs and a couch and my built-
for-two recliner reserved for me.
Every ride and light on it worked just like the real park and,
in MY room, Kennywood was always open.
I grabbed a new towel, threw the used one in the hamper, and
toweled off in the bedroom. Then I went into the closet and made
a decision: Do I dress to impress the client or Annie?
I chose Annie.
A blue suit, white tie, and the rest and today I was going to go
full retro and stepped on the stool in front of the hat shelf
and took down a box with a fedora in it.
And so I pushed the code on the gun safe and it opened with a
beep, telling me all was well, and I pulled out the gem of my
collection: a gun worn by Humphrey Bogart in The Maltese Falcon.
Id gotten to know the rich and the seedy but being assigned to
film crews as a technical advisor opened doors that would have
never been opened otherwise and, after taxes, I hated my case
money to be just sitting collecting musty interest.
Sometimes I will use the Webley once used by The Old Man in a
firefight in the back alleys of San Francisco but it was really
too heavy for extended use so I reached into the back of the
large safe and pulled out the gun I call Weapon 3.
A NOT screen used cousin, a Heckler & Koch P7M8 sat in a case on
one of the shelves as did a fan armorer built U.N.C.L.E. Special
with attachments and T.H.R.U.S.H. rifle also built by the same
armorer in its case.
We all remember the show and cult status it had for a while but
the young gun owners have no idea why we revere the guns and the
show but some have become fans through re-runs.
Or I could just say the hell with it and really go with
something that would stop almost anything: the COP .357 that I
had to fight the Feds to keep, for it shoots mini grenades and
does wonders if you want to demolish a house quick.
But having low friends in high places helps and being a part
time licensed gun dealer helps.
I would have to call my friend Dan and The Spy Kids and see if
they had any new spy-related stuff I could acquire soon.
No fat yet, if I worked out and didnt get too indulgent but
finding 13EEE wide shoes with a high instep sure was a pain.
They never fit quite right in the stores, being either too tight
or too loose, so I had to have mine custom made by a local
cobbler.
I reached down and petted Little Girl who is all black and has
very soft fur like her sister, Fuzzy the small tuxedo cat, and
petted Fluffy as well who was having none of it as he stood on
his hind legs begging and meowing and looking cute.
I took the can, dished out three portions, put the can in the
sink and soaked it so it could be washed and recycled later and
added some kitty crunchies or kitty crack as a lady friend
once called it, said my goodbyes but was ignored by bowl lapping
cats with intermittent crunching and headed to my door, grabbed
the keys, and had already put my wallet in the new suit, put
on the hat, and locked it behind me.
EXT. MR BROCKS APARTMENT MIDDAY
NARRATOR
I got out of the elevator and pushed a button on my key ring and
the indicator light on one of my cars beeped and the door
unlocked.
I cant drive stick but McQueen had when hed used one of these
in Bullitt and this was one of the backup cars that had been
wrecked in filming and it took years to find it sitting in a
barn rotting and paying several figures and a year and a half to
restore as CF had other projects to restore before mine.
It had modern conveniences added to it like WiFi and Bluetooth
and an iPad attached to the dash and GPS and an iPhone7 that
already had a defect in it discovered by a tech guy on YouTube.
I turned the key and the motor kicked over and the motor put out
the roar of its big Mustang engine and I settled in.
How I got this is that a group of rich AND mystery and car
loving friends pooled our funds, draining our bank accounts, and
the other guys said it needs to be driven and not sit in a
museum.
And we beat out that big car collector in Encino who has almost
one of every classic car ever made and only drives them once,
too.
I buckled the seat belt and put it into drive and felt silly
driving seven blocks but this time I was going to be ready if
shotgun wielding gunsels showed up.
None did and I parked the car across from Swansons, got out,
and set the alarm and didnt have to put money in the meter as I
had a handicapped placard and my plates read SHAMUS1 and
walked to the door of Swensons, pulled the handle, and walked
in.
NARRATOR
Six foot two, grey hair, still sparkling blue eyes, crows feet
underneath, not much of a gut kept that way by working out and
studying the ways of Robert Parker and his weightlifting book
which was on my Spenser shelf in my office.
Thinking about that made me wonder how McGee had kept fit for
all those years and where did he go when Bahia Mar got rid of
their boat slips, but I digress.
Big hands, big feet, and an occasional limp from the bullet
fragments lodged in my right knee, courtesy of a killer who
killed my partner in the Burgh a long time ago.
NAVY JOHN
(WARMLY)
NARRATOR
(ANNOYED)
I nodded yes and was reaching for my wallet to pay when sweeping
around the counter came Annie and at that point, everything
changed.
Annie was sunshine, and happiness, and puppies, and kittens, and
everything else in between. Her smile would light up a cave and
Id never seen or heard her be unhappy. Everyone liked Annie.
ANNIE
And with that, she wrapped her arms around me and gave a big
kiss right on the lips.
Which I didnt mind, but I was taken aback a bit and puzzled.
ANNIE
You go and sit with your friend and Ill bring you your coffee
and we now carry pies. Would you like a piece?
NARRATOR
MR. BROCK
Sure, Annie. Peach if you have it, with vanilla ice cream if
possible. No whipped cream, please.
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I stood while Annie got the order and scanned the room.
Bicycle Billy, who had been kicked out of his in-laws and was
still unemployed since he graduated high school, and who lived
under a bush with his bicycle.
Annoying Al, who bothered every customer, new or old, when they
came into the place and would interject himself into their
conversations unwanted.
Drone Dolly, who was a pal of Als and she was even weirder than
he was.
One day I hoped to help him get back on his feet and play again
and buy him his own pad.
Wall Street Wally, who was constantly on his cell phone while
monitoring every stock, futures, and money market from L.A. to
Hong Kong while chatting up his latest business deal in
unending, VERY LOUD, conference calls to who knows where that
lasted for hours, or so it seemed.
There was a bulge under his right arm that was probably a gun
and I quickly looked around to see if hed brought a violin case
with a Chicago Typewriter in it.
He saw me sat down, but was still tense, and finally spoke:
MICHAEL VULTURNO
(DARKLY)
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MR. BROCK
MICHAEL VULTURNO
(ANNOYED)
MICHAEL VULTURNO
I know youre a hardass but I know you are discreet and mostly
played by the rules when it suits you.
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I finished my coffee and had worked on the pie enough that I was
full and stood up so it could work its way down and spoke in a
peach scented voice:
MR. BROCK
And lets continue this outside the mice are listening and
some of them have big ears and bigger mouths.
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I looked over and saw Annoying Al. He was trembling from trying
to resist getting up to come over to the table. I calmed him
down by opening my jacket and reaching toward my gun.
He sat back so hard, air hissed out of either the chair cushion
or him I wasnt sure which since he had more hot air inside
him than the biggest Whoopee cushion ever made.
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His confederates all died in the attempt, but there was one of
Big Als cars with not one but TWO Chicago Typewriters jutting
prominently from the rear windows and the front passenger had
one in his hands too.
The car had been sold at auction in 1987 for $51,000. It was
probably worth a lot more now.
I was still behind the door and had my gun out - but they
werent after me.
No C.O.D.
As chance would have it, lunch hour was over and by this time
the small plaza alongside Swensons was empty except for the
Vulture and he never had a chance as the bullets turned him into
a human cribbage board and he went down with blood pouring out
of every hole.
The sedan turned right and raced up the street and turned right
again and was out of sight in seconds.
In the street lay the shell cases of the Thompsons, the drum
models, the stench of cordite and blood was in the air, and as a
woman behind me who had happened to walk up just in time to see
the carnage screamed loud enough to beat out Memorex, the wail
of police sirens could be heard approaching.
But given the amount of holes in him, Swiss cheese had a better
chance to be alive than he did.
First I felt his pulse and then felt the carotid artery.
Then I felt under his collar and his armpits and came up empty
again. He was deader than last weeks flounder.
While I was searching his body, I lifted his wallet, his cell
phone, and his keys. His other pockets were empty, not even
small change.
(DETERMINED)
Three people were dead, one was missing, and I had to find out
why.
He got out and yelled orders to first stop anyone from leaving
the scene and other things, and then saw me and yelled:
Brock! What are you, a one man crime wave? Or have you turned
big on us and decided to wipe out the hood population one creep
at a time?
MR. BROCK
(SARCASTIC)
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He was so mad he was sputtering like Mauna Loa on a slow day and
after a second or two he continued:
Okay, Brock. I know you think the police are your personal
servants and are at your disposal 24/7 but what happened this
time and DONT leave anything out.
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The other officers roped off the scene and technicians were
taking measurements, using GoPro5s and iPads and others were
questioning witnesses on the street and inside of the coffee
shop.
Annie was being questioned and she looked a bit green around the
edges.
What was the reason for the killers in the car and whose car was
it?
I told Harry as much as I could and that the Vulture had been my
newly hired client and that I didnt and couldnt say much,
which was exactly the truth.
By that time the sun had begun to set, the CSI boys were done
with their investigations and the coroner had taken away the
body.
The only evidence of the Vulture on the plaza was the pockmarks
in the brick where some bullets had hit and the blood, now being
hosed off by the manager of Swensons once Harry had given his
okay.
It had been a long day and I was nowhere close to solving the
mystery. So, I decided when in doubt, drink!
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The crowd had gone home as had all the staff except for Annie.
I motioned to her and when she came up to me, I reached out and
gave her a big hug.
MR. BROCK
(TIRED)
I dont know who or why but Im going to find out who did this
one way or the other.
ANNIE
(SHAKEN)
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MR. BROCK
(WHISPERING)
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ANNIE
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She went back behind the counter and, the manager, having put
away the hose and locked up the metal chairs and tables and
brought in the table umbrellas, came inside.
Navy John was a tall, thin guy who still wore his beard Navy
style.
Grey haired now, but some of that came from having been a SEAL
Team Leader and some from working with Deadeye Doug, infamous
former SEAL who made it good becoming an action star on TV and
was now writing fiction too.
John had been in the SEALs for 15 years and only quit after his
leg was mauled by a shark off the southern coast of Iran. Most
guys would have bought it then and there, but Navy John had his
medic tape up his leg and completed the mission at hand the
destruction of an al-Qaeda terror cell that wasnt going to just
go quietly into Gitmo.
John piped up, his voice sounding like that of a bosuns pipe
from all the scalding black coffee hed drank for years:
NAVY JOHN
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NAVY JOHN
They sure tore the hell out of the umbrella. Harry gave me a
couple of shell casings. He said they had enough for evidence.
I think Ill have the shot through part put into a frame with a
picture of the crime scene and the Vultures picture and
biography, and have it framed for the back wall, and sell the
swaths on ebay for charity. Maybe half to the Kids Klub and half
to the Sea Scouts at the marina.
MR. BROCK
That will be fine and the charity thing is nice too. Even the
Vulture wouldve approved. He liked kids.
NAVY JOHN
Yeah, I know. He was real upset when the Kids Klub and all the
scouting organizations refused his donations and returned them.
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MR. BROCK
You never know about some guys. I guess itll get him some
brownie points in hell.
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It was a twin of the one my reporter friend wore all the time
except this one had gone to the moon and back and, as he already
had one, he gave it to me after he helped dispatch a monster
whod been dispatching burgomeisters in Milwaukee by marinating
them in their own suds and sucking out both the marrow from
their bones and their souls.
Wed barely got away from that one alive and my Polish friend,
though hed never say it openly, had been grateful for the help
and thus the gift of the watch.
Poor Vinny. When his ace word star was on a mission to fight the
unholy, his milk consumption went up a hundred fold.
So did the pain in his stomach and the demands from the suits to
fire the veteran.
People said you could hear his yelling even above the noise of
the L train that went by their office windows twenty times a
day.
It was a pity that our story and so many there would never see
them in print.
That watch still ran like it was new and my friend Techno
Tommy had offered to update it so it would be compatible with
my iPhone but I liked it just the way it was.
NAVY JOHN
Well, its been nice chatting but the mess out there shot our
day in here to shreds and I still have to send the days
spreadsheets to the home office, make up the deposit for the
armored car in the morning, and try to explain the drop in sales
to my accountant and partners.
NARRATOR
He paused when behind him walked Annie. She put her hand on his
shoulder and said:
ANNIE
Everythings set up for tomorrow and the next two days while Im
off.
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With that, she looked at me and waved back at John and we walked
out the door with me exiting first as I was a bit gunshot, no
pun intended, given the events of the day.
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Annie came out and I offered her my arm, which she took, while
overhead the first sight of the full moon peeked out from behind
a wisp of evening fog.
We walked down the street and talked about things other than the
shop.
Me, about my cats, and Annie, about a new recipe she had tried
for Jell-O pineapple upside down cake.
NARRATOR
She would do this for hours and we both think she was also
holding a conversation with herself at the same time about
either what she was seeing or what she had just meowed.
Lilliput was a black, long haired cat who was very small and
whose favorite activity was to make Annie or I or anyone who
came along toss her small wadded up balls of tin foil or the tin
foil like packaging from cigarette packs made into a ball.
Shed dart across the room, catch the ball in midair, and then
run and drop it at your feet and then run back fully expecting
you to toss it at her again.
She could do that for hours too until she got bored or got tired
and flopped down and went to sleep.
They adored each other and Annie too, and I was very fond of
them and theyd always look for the treats and toys I would give
for Annie to give them when she got home from work and got so
excited to see her with lots of leg rubbing and nuzzling.
Annie let go of my arm and opened her purse to get her keys out.
Thats when she said something that made my heart flutter like a
squadron of butterflies over a field of buttercups.
ANNIE
I have the next three days off, all my house chores are done,
and there isnt anything on TV worth watching for the rest of
the weekend and so I was wondering if your offer to take me out
still stands?
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I was almost speechless but managed to squeak out a response,
not out of fear, but sheer, unbridled excitement.
MR. BROCK
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ANNIE
Well, there is that new dinner place and theyre having the
opening for the new revival of the Glenn Miller Orchestra
tonight and I thought that and dinner would be a nice way to
relax after the day weve both had!
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With that, she turned the key in the lock, opened the door and
we were assaulted by the crescendo of meowing that came from two
excited cats.
I reached into my inner coat pocket and pulled out two catnip
mousies and a bag of kitty treats which I handed to Annie for
later.
The two cats were rolling around on the floor and began to bat
the mousies around the oaken floor of the entryway.
Why dont you have a seat and Ill take a quick shower and
change?
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With that, I closed the door and locked it behind me and sat on
the couch next to the statue of Bastet, the ancient Egyptian cat
goddess which was lit up by a small delicate rose colored
spotlight.
Annie had a thing for cats but she also told me that she had a
way with animals and they with her. Somehow I felt hers was some
kind of extra-normal sense not seen in most people.
I scratched her ears and head and she settled in and curled up
and was soon fast asleep at my side.
I knew the song well. One of Vikkis lesser known songs and
wondered how someone as young as Annie had come by it when the
noise of the shower stopped.
A tinkling of wind chimes rustled the air and then the breeze
brought the flavor and sense of hibiscus into the room and then
there was Annie standing in front of me.
Annie was dressed head to toe in a gold lame dress that went
from her neck to her ankles.
Some designer must have gotten ahold of a time machine and went
back to the 1950s or channeled Jane Russell in Macau or Stella
Stevens or the few times when Faith Domergue was a blonde.
Annie had Bastet cat earrings on, a small golden cat bracelet on
her right wrist and one around her neck as well, and carried a
small matching gold purse in her left hand.
Annie stood and turned all the way around and my eyes bulged out
like a cartoon wolf and she knew it for when she turned back she
gave me a coy look and a small, knowing smile and said:
ANNIE
Well, handsome, I know you know you like what you see and Ive
known that for a long time.
But Im starving so lets go before all the good tables are
taken.
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And with that, she opened the door and I followed and shut it
after leaving the porch light on, the cats snuggled together
purring away on the bed behind us.
NARRATOR
ANNIE
Wow, the Bullitt car. I saw that movie my last year in high
school. McQueen was always so cool and this is a great car!
NARRATOR
And with that, she put on the seat belt and I had a feeling that
she was going to want to take my car out for a spin, maybe
McQueen style.
She reached over and put her left hand on my right, gazed into
my eyes, and I started the car, turned on the lights, and headed
for The New Stork Club.
Ah, nice to see you again, Miss Ann. Its been a long time. How
is your family and your brother and sister?
NARRATOR
Annie replied and went over and hugged the doorman and said:
ANNIE
NARRATOR
The place was an exact copy of the famed New York nightclub,
even down to the small storks on each table.
Updated for safety and with the most modern tech but the dcor
was the same, even down to the paneling on the walls.
But thats history for another time and we were guided to our
table at the front of the room right in front of the orchestra.
I helped Annie sit down and then sat down myself and the waiter
came up and said:
NARRATOR
Annie smiled and laughed for she could see the confusion and
puzzlement on my face.
ANNIE
Nice to see you too, Edward, and thank you very much. May we
order now?
NARRATOR
Edward took her order first, then mine, made some wine list
recommendations and left.
ANNIE
NARRATOR
The orchestra was moving in that peculiar back and forth swaying
movement that Id only seen in old movies featuring the great
big bands.
I was swaying worse than the entire clarinet section when I was
saved by the end of the song and I walked Annie, hand in hand,
back to our table and found that our dinner had been served.
Mine was a minute steak with baked potato and butter, no sour
cream or chives Im allergic to raw sour cream, though I can
eat it if its cooked and the same goes for buttermilk, though I
can eat pancakes and biscuits all day long without a problem a
large salad with tomatoes, cucumber, and red wine vinegar and
croutons, sweet and sour green beans and an iced tea.
Annie had ordered trout almondine with lemon and butter, a small
salad with lettuce, tomato, and Italian dressing, asparagus with
hollandaise sauce, caviar, a shrimp cocktail, a fruit cup, and a
non-alcoholic Tom Collins except that this was blue and I
remembered that you could get those years ago at Harrahs
Casinos when the great man himself was still alive and
collecting not only casinos but great cars as well.
Id met him once when I was young and he treated everyone, young
and old, like they were special and that hed known you for
years even if hed just been introduced to you.
The suits running his company today had made a mess of things
and I kept hoping that hed come back somehow and kick some
corporate butt right out of a high rise window.
Harrah had class and style and only Adelson, Trump, and Wynn had
that anymore in the profit above all else casinos of today.
We ate and made small talk and we had them clear the table and
after a bit I asked Annie if she wanted to dance again and she
replied:
ANNIE
Its been a long day and I think things have sort of caught up
with me. Can you take me home, please?
NARRATOR
I summoned the waiter, tipped, and thanked him for his service.
NARRATOR
We went out to the front of the restaurant and I gave the valet
my parking chip and in a few seconds, they brought my car.
I helped Annie into her seat and buckled her seat belt for her
and went to the drivers side and pulled open the door, got out
my keys, started the engine, and we were on our way.
Wed only gone a few blocks when Annie asked me to pull the car
over for a minute.
She said no but that there was something she had to say to me
first.
ANNIE
But you, Brock, are different. Youre always nice, you treat me
like a lady, and always treat me with respect and
NARRATOR
And with that, she wrapped both hands around my head and drew my
face close to her and gave me a kiss that would have
electrocuted an eel.
I didnt resist at all and we did that for some time without
either of us coming up for air and then she let go, caught her
breath, and said with a tremulous voice:
ANNIE
One, you work in a too, too dangerous job and I worry about you.
Two, I and apparently no one else either knows your first name.
(PAUSES, TREMBLING)
NARRATOR
This time it was I who reached over and kissed her, and all the
bells, whistles, and trains, and all the rest of the stuff you
see in films went off for me too and I never wanted it to end
and we held that pose for several minutes until both of us came
up for air.
For once in my life, I was at a loss for words and was overcome
by what she had said to me. This beautiful, smart woman could
have any man she wanted, yet she chose to fall in love with a
relic like myself?
If it had been anyone else, I would have assumed she was a gold-
digger out for whatever she could get and, Lord knows, Ive seen
enough of those in my time.
But Id gotten to know Annie and she wasnt like that. Guile and
deception werent in her lexicon. She was the sweetest girl Id
ever met and quite possibly the sexiest.
As I stared at her face and those baby blue eyes and thought,
she said:
ANNIE
NARRATOR
With that, she started the car again and in a few moments we
pulled up in front of her apartment building.
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I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out and went around the car and
opened the door for her and held out my hand.
She got out and took mine and I closed the car door.
We walked onto the sidewalk and then up the small concrete steps
until we got to her doorway.
She reached into her purse, took out her keys, and said:
ANNIE
(SOFTLY)
I always wanted to say this:
NARRATOR
She smiled back and put her key in the lock and the door opened.
This time she said:
ANNIE
NARRATOR
With that, she gave me a sly wink and headed to the elevator.
We got there and I opened the door for her. She stepped in and
looked at me and pressed the letter P on the elevator keypad and
giggled as the car began to climb.
I looked at the indicator lights and then at her face and then
back at the lights and thought:
P is for penthouse.
ANNIE
NARRATOR
I finished petting Mini and we walked into the living room and I
saw the sunken couch, the computer table, and big LG curved LED
screen, and a large carpeted cat tree in one corner.
While I was looking, Annie crossed the room and walked into a
doorway and put her purse down on a table I could slightly see
through the door.
The music was coming from it and it was one of the new iSpeakers
that Apple was working on. Pictures had leaked of the design but
it wasnt released yet and I wonder how and why Annie had gotten
an advance copy when she said:
ANNIE
You can put them on the couch. The cats wont sleep on them.
Theyre very well behaved.
NARRATOR
I did what Annie asked and folded my jacket across the back of
the couch and put my hat on the couch and put my gun under my
hat.
ANNIE
NARRATOR
Annie turned around and was holding the top of the gown with one
hand and suddenly let it drop to the floor.
And what I saw would have made Venus de Milo cry tears of envy.
Annie reached up with both hands and pulled me close and I got
another kiss, this one far more intimate, and when my heart
restarted again, she said:
ANNIE
Take off your shoes and come with me to bed and Ill show you
that youre not the only one around who can ferret out
mysteries.
NARRATOR
I took my shoes off, she pulled me into her round bed with the
white satin sheets and she clapped once and the speaker said:
SPEAKER
NARRATOR
THE END