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Hard boiled Dickthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:other, 4393 words) [1/2] show all parts

Author: bounciness
Added: Jun 20 2003Views / Reads: 1837 / 1450 [79%]Part vote: 9.80 (5 votes)
A private investigator gets a new client. Written with the Film Noir style in mind. Hopefully, the first of many serial episodes.
 


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Hard-Boiled Dick by Bounciness Copyright, 2003 Don't read if not legal - you know the drill

The day started as many others did - with a pain in my neck and a drink in my hand. Today did prove to be a bit different, however. The pain wasn't from my nagging ex-wife, ex-girl, or ex-anybody else. It was from the stupid position I had slept in. The couch in the office was a bit seedy, but I liked that. My job dealt with the seedy and sleazy denizens of this town, so I might as well get used to it. Get comfortable. Make a friend with the filth and the fleas and crawl right in. Well, maybe not that bad, but it wasn't the Ritz neither.

I moved my hand over my stubbled-roughened face, and was surprised that my eyes opened on the first try. Then the events of last night came floating back to me. Too tired to drink properly, too depressed to care much about it. So a simple swig of something sour, leaning back on the couch, and here the morning came. The sunshine was leaking through the blinds that I always kept lowered, but the cracks happen to hit the right spots, and awake I was.

Looking around the room, the clock said it was 6:24. I groaned, wondering what disservice I had done my body to wake me at this ungodly hour. The cheap booze was probably the answer I was looking for. I got up, and stumbled over to the desk, knocking over the block with my name. I picked it up, remembering the the heavy wooden triangle that ...

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