Post by Leslie Sarkany on May 7, 2015 13:52:34 GMT -5
A new case. Had to blend into the neighbourhood or was it just the hood. A disguise was needed. Going to the laundry hamper I dug deep and there at the bottom was my outfit from the last case.....my digging clothes. Thank God Marie had not not done a wash . I donned the clothing at arms length. Not only did I look the part of a homeless digaholic I smelt like one. First problem on this case was how in the halibut was I going to stay down wind of myself. An Epiphany.
For this assignment I needed muscle so I was escorted by Freedom 3 and Pro who had recently crapped out on me in the Dominican case. Took the bouy apart piece by piece and let him have it with a hair dryer big time. That put him in a righteous frame of mind. Still not too sure on him so he was designated backup on this caper.
The Yellow Copper (a.k.a. Stinkin Lincoln) was out there. Hiding. Running things from the ground. As I approached his turf it was apparent that his thugs were in the know that someone was looking for their boss! I eyeballed one of them! A truly ugly and grotesque bouy!
However my undercover outfit went undetected by this muscle. Mind you I am no
Like a rumble just as much as the next guy but this case called for the lay low on the down side.
Iffen my cover was blown they would not be coming at me with bubble blowers but heaters.
The
was in my court but not with my name on it.
Yellow Copper had marked his turf. The writing was on the wall!
Swinging along the park I got a vibe that he was near.....I could not see him....but I did feel his presence. This private eye put on his specs and was not denied......nabbed along with his crew!
Just another day in the life of a private eye who moonlights as a digaholic in the parks, lakes and playgrounds of the untamed jungles of humanity in Nova Scotia.
The facts and finds are true with only the names changed to protect the identities of the innocent!
For this assignment I needed muscle so I was escorted by Freedom 3 and Pro who had recently crapped out on me in the Dominican case. Took the bouy apart piece by piece and let him have it with a hair dryer big time. That put him in a righteous frame of mind. Still not too sure on him so he was designated backup on this caper.
The Yellow Copper (a.k.a. Stinkin Lincoln) was out there. Hiding. Running things from the ground. As I approached his turf it was apparent that his thugs were in the know that someone was looking for their boss! I eyeballed one of them! A truly ugly and grotesque bouy!
However my undercover outfit went undetected by this muscle. Mind you I am no
Like a rumble just as much as the next guy but this case called for the lay low on the down side.
Iffen my cover was blown they would not be coming at me with bubble blowers but heaters.
The
was in my court but not with my name on it.
Yellow Copper had marked his turf. The writing was on the wall!
Swinging along the park I got a vibe that he was near.....I could not see him....but I did feel his presence. This private eye put on his specs and was not denied......nabbed along with his crew!
Just another day in the life of a private eye who moonlights as a digaholic in the parks, lakes and playgrounds of the untamed jungles of humanity in Nova Scotia.
The facts and finds are true with only the names changed to protect the identities of the innocent!
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