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30M2DW III - Day 2


It Was No Accident

It was no accident that I'd stumbled into Rover's Rump. Hell, no. I'd been drinking since noon and stumble was about all I was capable of.

But a couple of my favourite Pabst Tests warmed the cockles of my heart and I was fine again as long as I didn't have to get off the bar stool.

After a while in many a cop's career he - or she - comes to pretty much live amongst the dwellers of the seedy underworld. After all, that's where much of the dirt is done and where much of the snitching occurs. And every cop has his stable of snitches. I don't know why they call it a stable. There's no horses there. Plenty of horse's asses, mind you, so maybe that's why.

And as I waited for my snitch to show up at Rover's Rump I nursed my Pabst and whiskey chaser. You know I'd read - and I read a lot - that often hard-boiled cops such as myself spent much of their time in bars and pubs drinking beer and whiskey chasers. Must be the policeman's poison of choice I thought and so I'd developed a bit of a dependence on it myself.

But I needed something to eat. So I ordered a bowl of chili. When it came I exclaimed "Wow, this is a super bowl of chill." And it was. It was really good. "That's our Seahawk Special" said Joe. "Seahawk? Why do they call it that?" I asked. "You don't wanna know" said Joe. "But if you eat enough of it you'll be galloping to the men's room like a Bronco." All of a sudden I had an unexplainable urge to watch a football game.

I was investigating a triple murder that my buddies at the Cheese Shop affectionately referred to as the Three Amigo murders. They weren't half wrong. The victims were three Mexicans known as the Amigo brothers. How about that, eh? And they'd been running blow across the border for some time before someone decided to "blow" them away.

Like a finicky black cat here came my snitch slithering through the pub's front door.  Bird, that's what he called himself, just Bird. And, oh, how this Bird could sing. He crept up beside me, gave me a wink and lifted his arm to Joe the barkeep. He never got his drink because a shot rang out and felled him like a stone.

Damn, I thought, this case may take longer to solve than I thought.

Day 2 of 28 in Nicky and Mike's writing challenge. Check out the links at We Work For Cheese to see if anyone else is dying to try to come up with something to meet today's prompt.

Comments

All my snitches are horse's asses. And the Seahawk Special... you might want to take it easy with that one.
Laughing Mom said…
Is it over when the fat bird sings?
Nicky said…
That bullet probably saved your eye from being pecked out. 'Cause that's what birds do, you know. They peck your eyes out. (Sorry, couldn't help it and can't believe nobody else said it!)
ReformingGeek said…
Someone shot the bird? Sheesh! It's getting downright dangerous 'round here.
Cheryl P. said…
I would of yelled "duck" but that might be cruel considering someone was shooting at "Bird". I think it's time to get off the bar stool and run for cover.
Super Bowl of Chili! That just reminded me today is the super bowl HA HA!
nonamedufus said…
I used to love Dragnet. But I also loved this: Johnny Carson and Jack Webb who played Joe Friday in Dragnet… http://youtu.be/sKGtb1t9iVw
nonamedufus said…
Stick around, there's much more to come.
nonamedufus said…
I know. I'd hate to have to trot like a bronco.
nonamedufus said…
It better not be. I've still got 26 days to go.
nonamedufus said…
Sheesh. *flips Nicky the bird*
nonamedufus said…
It gets worse, er, better - depending on your point of view.
nonamedufus said…
That's good, Cheryl. At least you didn't comment in pigeon English.
nonamedufus said…
Ah, now you have an unexplainable urge to watch a football game?
frankleemeidere said…
Is it really Super Bowl time again? I didn't think they played baseball in winter.
nonamedufus said…
Something tells me you're not a big sports fan, Frank.
meleahrebeccah said…
I can't wait to read what happens next! And I love how you included the Super Bowl too. You're so funny and smart!


PS: "drinking beer and whiskey chasers" ---- I must have been drinking wrong, back in the day. Because I used to drink that in the reverse order. Shot of whiskey, chased by a beer!
nonamedufus said…
I know, I know. Sometimes we're a little backwards up here in Canada.
nonamedufus said…
Absolutely! (he said with a long face)
KZ said…
That matter-of-fact ending really tickled me. I like where this story is heading.
Linda R. said…
Outstanding! Love how you tied it in, not only with the prompt, but the Super Bowl, too.
Linda R. said…
I understand that. That is how many of my stories are. I know what's gonna happen when I get there.
nonamedufus said…
Hey, Linda, you might say it was no accident that I tied it in to the Super Bowl.
nonamedufus said…
I lied. I've actually written all 28 episodes and update them daily as required. But don't tell anybody.
Jayne said…
I love the voice of this piece. Visions of "Dragnet," with just a dash of "Car 54 Where Are You." Really, really good stuff, Duf.
nonamedufus said…
I couldn't avoid it. Hell, it's the biggest day in sport.
nonamedufus said…
Gee, thanks, Jayne. That's just the kinda thing I was going for. Glad you enjoy it.
nonamedufus said…
He very much is like old school detective shows. But modern day detectives - or most of them - have quit.

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