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Phil Marlot's OfficeWhat th- Very funny, guys. Who put the squid in my office? Great. It’s getting my furniture wet and now it’s even trying to talk to me. Okay, squid, if what you want to know is how to see what’s going on that nobody invited you to, it looks like you have to make a list of demands and then hack the site. (view post) |
12/30/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeJebediah the Hypocrite Posted:
Glad to hear it worked out, kid. As for repaying me, well, I hear the currency among you Amish types is mainly puppies, baskets, and furniture, and I can’t say I could use any of that. But there’s one thing you could do for me. Keep your eyes peeled around town for this clown. I hear he’s scaring some of the girls. And the girlier boys, too. Just keep your bum covered and don’t let anybody try to hand you a balloon. (view post) |
12/29/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeChewwy Posted: |
12/29/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeThe Gentleman Posted:
I’m putting a tail on a few of these characters. I’ll let ya know what I find. Hold on here… Well, this is sure something. The grieving widow herself just gave me a call and wants to come in for a consult. I guess we’ll see what the day brings. It always brings me the bottom of an empty bottle with a side of heartache, but maybe your dame will be different. She sounded desperate. Maybe it’s even love. Maybe she’s faking it. Either way, she sounds like a real hot number. (view post) |
12/29/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeJebediah the Hypocrite Posted:
Well, Jeb, I’ve got an angle on your horse problem. I think you have to take a revolver, see, and shoot out that light. Use a nice, steady hand and you’ll hit it. Then you’ve got to take all the liquor you can find, make it bourbon whiskey, and pour it into the horses’ drinking trough. Once they’re nice and sleepy, tell ‘em a little bedtime story. Maybe a lullaby. Works every time for me. (view post) |
12/22/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeGary_Oak Posted:
I tracked him down and left a message. I have to warn you, though. He’s gone through some changes and might not be the same guy you recognize. (view post) |
12/22/2009 | |
Hello!fat Posted:
Ash, I don’t know what’s happened to you here, but someone’s looking for you. Goes by the name of Gary Oak. (view post) |
12/22/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeVelma Dinkley Posted: I can ask around, maybe see if someone wanted them bumped off. You sure you trust all of them? Maybe it was an inside job.
And your glbumes? That was an easy one. You’re still wearing them. (view post) |
12/22/2009 | |
Case Notes: Transcribed 12.04.09Continued from Tape 2 “I’ve got them in stock now, but I don’t know how long that will last. All right; I’ll put you down for a dozen. You won’t regret it,” Doug said, as he clicked the black handset back into its cradle. “Well, that does it. I got Mercy Medical to switch,” Doug exhaled as he stretched back in his wooden banker’s chair, the springs creaking warningly after so many years of use. Then his eyes flicked down to the small box at my feet. “I’d uh, better make that delivery before it gets too late,” Doug said, striding over to the coat rack and picking the package up off the floor. He grabbed his coat and hat and headed to the lobby. “Might not make it back this afternoon,” he called out as the door swung shut. Through the glbum window in the door, I could see him hurriedly put on his coat and hat as he walked purposefully towards the glbum double doors to the street. Stopping a brief second to tuck the box under his overcoat before opening the door, he dashed into the pouring rain and disappeared.
That was the last time I saw Doug. At least the last time I saw the poor bastard alive. But I didn’t know it was going to be like that, so when I looked down at my feet and saw the airplane ticket that had fallen out of his pocket, I picked it up and tossed it on his desk. It fell lightly, face up. Two words, in black uppercase letters, stood out so that I could read even from where I stood a foot away: ROME, ITALY.
I’d better put some more coffee on. It’s going to be a long night. (view post) |
12/21/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeManphin Posted:
What the hell; I’m up for it. Who’s the guy? I’ll put a tail on him. If he doesn’t have one already, that is. Do you know where he lives or spends his free time? Or just wherever you saw him last. (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeLooks like business is picking up. I might be able to start paying Lola again. The Gentleman Posted:
Sure, you can call me Phil. I’ve been called worse before and probably will be again before the week is over. I keep a bottle here in my desk drawer for the really hard cases and you look like you’ve had it pretty rough. If you want a drink, I’ve got whiskey, but I can’t promise the glbum is clean.
First, I think I’d better hear about the people closest to you and anybody you think might have had a motive to knock you off. How did you get along with that beautiful wife? Was she happy? Did you have kids? Did she inherit your money or maybe stand to gain from a nice, fat life insurance policy? You probably don’t want to think about your wife like that, but I have to if I want to eliminate her as a suspect.
I’ll also need to know about your gambling and any other business bumociates. Did you owe money to anyone? Anyone owe money to you? Did any big games go down recently? Most importantly, who do you think would have wanted to kill you?
And last, do you know how you died? I won’t lie; you look like a mess. But I can’t tell straight off how they did it. (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Case Notes: Transcribed 12.04.09The Gentleman Posted:
Sounds interesting. How ‘bout you come in to my office and give me the rundown? (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Phil Marlot's OfficeThis is the office of Phil Marlot, private male reproductive organ. If you’re a new or current client, come in, sit down, and tell me what I can do for you. Especially if you’re a dame. If I owe you money, come back at the end of the week. I have a real hot tip on playing the ponies and I should be back in the black real soon. (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Case Notes: Transcribed 12.04.09The Gentleman Posted:
What’ve you got? I have a case going, but I can always use more work. If there’s a client that’s paying. (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Case Notes: Transcribed 12.04.09Tape 2
Doug was verifying the amount on some order: “Two cases next week, yes sir, I’ll have it there. Yes, I guarantee it; I’ll bring it myself.” He hung up the old black rotary phone he still used and scribbled some notes, just to have the phone ring again. At least one of us was getting some calls. “Doug December, Health Corp Sales, how can I help you?”
I turned away and went to hang up my hat and coat. They were soaked through like somebody had turned the hose on me. I should really move away from this damn city and its rain that pours like it’s being paid by the hour. To top it off, it seemed the radiator on my side of the office was out. “Sorry, Phil, I tried to turn it on this morning, but it looks like she finally broke,” Doug called out, holding his hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. Before I could reply, Doug glanced at the soaked trenchcoat in my hands and gestured to the coat rack next to the steaming radiator on his side of the room as he went back to his call: “Now the new model is a real step up. It’s got titanium bearings. It’s lightweight and we guarantee the part for 20 years.”
I sighed and made my way over to the far wall on Doug’s side of the office, leaving large drops of water behind me. His boxes of medical equipment were stacked waist-high. Must be getting ready for a big delivery. I stepped over another box the size of a small terrier and started to hang up my coat when I saw something funny. Not “ha-ha” funny, but strange. Sticking up out of Doug’s perfectly dry coat pocket was a plane ticket. I could see the departure date, and it was for the next day. Hadn’t I heard him say he was making a delivery next week? Well, maybe it was another short business trip and he’d come back in time. It wasn’t my business.
Okay, I’m taking a smoke break. I’ll get back to this case later. (view post) |
12/20/2009 | |
Case Notes: Transcribed 12.04.09Note to Lola: keep this file open and transcribe from Tape 1 FILE 0295A
It was a dark and rainy day again; the fifth in a row, not that the days before that were much better. It’s that time of year when Mother Nature just takes a dump on your shoes and then follows it up with a slap to the face. I made it in to the office by 10, still hung over. The world had my head in its vice grip and squeezed it like a two dollar melon in the half-price bin.
Doug was already in, making calls. But he’s always been like that: prompt, ambitious, and clean-cut. A real go-getter; a family man. It would be enough to annoy a lazy bum like me if it were someone else, but somehow with Doug, you don’t mind. He’s been working as an independent salesman for Health Corp as long as I’ve been in the Private Detective game. Guess it’s been about 15 years that we’ve shared an office. You could say we’re like an old married couple, but then you could say a lot of things. And maybe you could say that you never really know somebody until after they’re gone and you see what they’ve left behind. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Looks like I’m at the end of the tape here. Lola: buy some more tapes on your way in on Monday. Thanks, Phil. (view post) |
12/19/2009 |
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