Crimespace Collaboratum - The Story - CrimeSpace2024-03-28T09:18:53Zhttps://crimespace.ning.com/forum/topics/537324:Topic:66479?commentId=537324%3AComment%3A66512&feed=yes&xn_auth=no"Next tuesday at 6, you say?"…tag:crimespace.ning.com,2007-08-26:537324:Comment:668472007-08-26T00:50:28.536ZKaryn J. Powershttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/karyning
"Next tuesday at 6, you say?"<br />
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Gregory heard a sharp hack and had to hold the phone away from his ear.There was a long wheeze followed by the stomach turning sounds of flying phlem. His friend came back on the line.<br />
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"Jesus, Mary and Meow Mix, Gregster, why wait so long? Lets kill 'em tonight and leave parts about town like the good old days."<br />
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"Sounds like fun except for two things. I'm caught like a rat in a trap in my 64 T-Bird across from Polly Wolly Doodle Cafe'', and the murder'ee…
"Next tuesday at 6, you say?"<br />
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Gregory heard a sharp hack and had to hold the phone away from his ear.There was a long wheeze followed by the stomach turning sounds of flying phlem. His friend came back on the line.<br />
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"Jesus, Mary and Meow Mix, Gregster, why wait so long? Lets kill 'em tonight and leave parts about town like the good old days."<br />
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"Sounds like fun except for two things. I'm caught like a rat in a trap in my 64 T-Bird across from Polly Wolly Doodle Cafe'', and the murder'ee scheduled for next week is me."<br />
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"You play'n me, Greg? You know how I hate to be toyed with."<br />
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"On my honor and a case of Albacore, Tom. I'm gonna need your services until I find out who is after my tail. More importantly, I think my cell is about to die, and I need you to get a wrecker with a can opener over here to the diner so I can get the hell out of what used to be the prettiest yellow T-Bird in the neighborhood."<br />
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"I'm on it Grego; you just hang tight...Hang tight, you get that? Ha!,"<br />
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"Funny, Catt, very funny."<br />
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A blinding flash filled the narrow space. Gregory flinched and his cell phone tumbled from his hand. The light blinked out and he was blind as a bat. His other senses screamed to life. The pouring rain, the sour smell of blood and something else. The horrific odor grew stronger. Still blinded by the flare, and wedged against his steering wheel, Greg began to panic.<br />
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"Who's out there? What do you want?<br />
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Now he felt a hot stinking breath on his neck. He tried to turn toward it, but his head was caught between the shag carpeted roof and the leopard skin wrapped steering wheel.<br />
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"Plank? ...Plank is that you? You bastard son of a whore. Answer me!" Gregory knew there was only o…tag:crimespace.ning.com,2007-08-25:537324:Comment:667032007-08-25T10:48:44.291ZDonna Moorehttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/DonnaMoore
Gregory knew there was only one person he could trust to take on the case. Removing the arm from the window and holding it by the bloody stump he took out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.<br />
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“Tom Catt – feline PI at your service.”<br />
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“Tom, it’s Greg. You working on a case right now?”<br />
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“Greg, my man. Yeah, a case of scotch.” Tom wheezed his distinctive laugh and Greg could imagine Tom’s whiskers twitching as he sniggered appreciatively at his own joke. “Whassup Greg-o?”<br />
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“Want to come to a…
Gregory knew there was only one person he could trust to take on the case. Removing the arm from the window and holding it by the bloody stump he took out his cell phone and hit the speed dial.<br />
<br />
“Tom Catt – feline PI at your service.”<br />
<br />
“Tom, it’s Greg. You working on a case right now?”<br />
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“Greg, my man. Yeah, a case of scotch.” Tom wheezed his distinctive laugh and Greg could imagine Tom’s whiskers twitching as he sniggered appreciatively at his own joke. “Whassup Greg-o?”<br />
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“Want to come to a murder next Tuesday at 6?” At first, the arm appeared to…tag:crimespace.ning.com,2007-08-24:537324:Comment:665122007-08-24T15:05:29.662ZJude Hardinhttps://crimespace.ning.com/profile/festus
At first, the arm appeared to have been crudely tattoed.<br />
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On closer inspection, Gregory saw the words had been written in black magic marker, the ink quickly blurring but still legible: <i>Dear G.M., I’m going to kill you with a rusty axe next Tuesday at 6PM.</i><br />
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Only one person could have sent this ghastly telegram.<br />
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Theodore Plank had gone down for The Bitch--life without parole--two years ago. Was it possible he had escaped from prison?
At first, the arm appeared to have been crudely tattoed.<br />
<br />
On closer inspection, Gregory saw the words had been written in black magic marker, the ink quickly blurring but still legible: <i>Dear G.M., I’m going to kill you with a rusty axe next Tuesday at 6PM.</i><br />
<br />
Only one person could have sent this ghastly telegram.<br />
<br />
Theodore Plank had gone down for The Bitch--life without parole--two years ago. Was it possible he had escaped from prison?