6:07 PM - 11:15 PM
Jim spends the evening getting some caffeine in his veins. Sure good coffee at Empire´s. The customers come and go. Even
Bogart knocks on the side window. He rarely gets indoors, says it´s bad for karma or somesuch. ´bout suffering and privileged suckers. Each to their own, I guess. Out in the back alley, snow gracing their heads and shoulders,
Bogart says something is wrong with the chroma inside the diner, whatever that means.
He gives the daily goal for selling The Signal, the paper sold by The Invisibles, the group
Bogart is in charge of and
Jim is part of. Fifty copies it is. In twelve hours. Best to start at seven in the morning and hit the commuters at the subway,
@Mephisophilis
When
Tyler had listeded to the message twice, he was sure. He is now on the clock again. Apparently the Captain, a
Captain Jones has found a partner for him to start with the blues of Manhattan. 10th precinct. He need to fill out papers and get his badge and sidearm. Then meet up with a Lieutenant
Carla Valenti at a Laundromat in Brooklyn. A double homicide. Filing the correct papers and getting kitted out takes quite some time. But that´s nothing compared to the time it will take for him to make it up to
Sam.
At 860 Manhattan Avenue he meets
Lt Valenti outside the laundromat. The time is 10:45 PM.
@Philulu
Carla
Captain Jones says,
"I´ve seen so that you have a new partner for the case. A Tyler Miles from Florida. He´ll get geared up and meet up at the laundromat. Be nice to him, Carla."
At 10:45 PM Carla arrives at the Brooklyn address. A police officer is guarding the entrance door.
Prior to driving there, she went through a slew of phone calls to track down damaged cars.
@Mr.Handy
Cissi
Lowe Manhattan finds
Cissi enjoying a Merlot watching mindless murders in New York on her Philips TV. Her laser disc player was a decent buy, but way to expensive. The picture was crisp enough, though. It had come with a wired remote control. That was seriously misleading. At ten o´clock the movie is over. The news at ten offers the story that fiction never beats real life. A news reporter is stood outside a laundromat in Brooklyn. The laundromat had been shut down due to a murder. No comments from the police. How come the police never stops anything? They´re always a few steps behind.
The other day,
Cissi had gotten a letter from a person using the initials
O. R. In the letter,
O.R. wanted to let
Cissi view a copy of the Tempest, folio from 1623 by Shakespeare.
O.R. wants 4000$. He suggested that she met him at Empire´s Diner. He wrote that he´s a regular there at evenings. Something about the place having a good chi.
The wine and the movie has her in good spirits. Is it too late to go out?
@Aine