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| This is the pilot episode of the Twistings of Time. To see the current episode click here. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at Flower's Luncheonette | |||||||||
| Lila McSweeney sat in a booth at Flower's Luncheonette enjoying the afternoon with a couple of high school friends. The old jukebox in the corner played Elvis's "You ain't nothin but a hound dog" for the third time in an hour. The jukebox had been purchased sometime in the early sixties and the key to change the records inside had been lost shortly thereafter. That was okay with the luncheonette's owner, Dan Flower. He felt the music gave the diner a nostalgic air and reminded him of the days when he was a little boy and would help out his father and grandfather behind the counter. Lila looked up from her turkey club as the jingle of bells signalled that someone was entering the diner. It was him, Bobby Dangerous. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at the Police Precinct | |||||||||
| Craig Army grimaced as he took a swallow of the coffee that had been sitting on his desk since noon. He once again squinted his eyes at the tattered file of Victor Spires. Victor was the local hotel owner and restaraunter. His body had been found three years ago slumped over his desk, drowned in a bowl of split pea soup. The coroner had ruled the death accidental, but Craig Army had his doubts. This death had George Dewitt's greasy fingerprints all over it. Craig's partner Bob looked up from some paperwork, "Whatcha thinkin there Craigy boy?" Craig took a long drag on his cigarrette and answered, "I'm thinking this stinks, like old men in the summertime." | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at the home of Florence Van Wildermeter | |||||||||
| Florence walked up to the well stocked wet bar in her living her room and poured herself a healthy glass of premixed Old Fashion. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and Florence was wearing a long silky nightgown with a matching robe in black, of course. She had a turban on her head to hide the fact that her hair had not been fixed that week. It had been four months since husband number eleven had walked out of her life. She could barely remember what he looked like now. This had been the longest she had gone without a man in thirty years and she didn't like it. "In my hey day I could have anyone I wanted. Heads of studios, Marlon Brando, they were all begging to marry Florence Van Wildermeter," she said out loud to no one in particular. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at Flower's Luncheonette | |||||||||
| Bobby glanced over at Lila and when their eyes met she took a drink from her cherry coke, sucking on her straw seductively. "Oh yeah," thought Bobby as he winked in her direction. He liked girls like her. She was young, but not too young if you get my drift. Bobby sidled up to the counter and sat down on a stool. Dan Flower came over and wiped the counter and laid down the menu, "What can I get ya today Bobby?" Bobby didn't need the menu, he never needed the menu, "I'll have a large Sanka, black." Dan's heart caught in his throat when he glanced over towards the orange topped coffee pitcher and saw that it was empty. He said a silent prayer that Bobby wouldn't start any trouble. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at the Police Precinct | |||||||||
| "You better put that file away before the Chief
sees ya. You how he feels about that." said Bob.
"I know Bob, but I know there is something here that
will crack this case right open. This trail isn't cold, I
can feel it. Feel it like a hot water bottle broke open
on a cold winter's night." Craig sensed that there
was someone standing behind him. He turned around to see
the looming, angry figure of Chief Matt O'Riley shaking
like he was about to explode. "Army, I just came
back from lunch on main street and do you know what I
saw? Do ya?" "No Chief." answered Craig even though he knew where this was going. He had heard this speech before. "I saw four cars illegally parked and no one to write them tickets. Would you like to write them tickets Army?" "No Chief." He answered as he always did. "Than put that stupid file away and get into my office. We've got a new case. You too Bob!" With that, the chief stormed into his office and slammed the door. Craig took one last look at the yellow newspaper clipping on top and closed the folder. As he dropped the file in it's familiar place in his top drawer Bob I gave him a smile. "I guess he told you, huh Craigy boy?" "Shutup Bob." |
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| Meanwhile at the home of Florence Van Wildermeter | |||||||||
| As the liquor kicked in, Florence began to feel a
little less anxious. The pool man was coming at three,
she would put on her swimsuit and try to entice in him a
little poolside romp. This had never worked before, but
maybe today would be the day. As she was about to head
upstairs the doorbell rang. "Eric, someone is that
the door," she yelled before remembering she had
given her butler the day off. As she stood there and
considered what to do, the door sprang open. She must
have left it unlocked. Evelyn couldn't believe her eyes
when she saw the dashing, imposing presence in the
doorway. "You've gotta a lot of nerve showing up
here," she spat at him with all of the venom she
could muster in her drunken state,"What in the world
are you doing here?" "Well, I sure as heck didn't come for a cup of Taster's Choice Coffee." He said as he took long strides into the room towards her. |
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