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It was a late night?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.so late it was early. The red neon sign out side my window with the bad buzz wasn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t having much luck getting me to eat at Joe?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s.
I had been setting there so long; it was hard to tell where the leather chair in my office ended I began. The problems with this case weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t getting any clearer and the half empty bottle of Woodford Reserve bourbon didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t have any answers for me.
I had been lucky so far. The pieces I had been collecting came easy. I never had to wait very long before they came to me. The trace I had done on that leather jacket went smooth. When I showed up at that Botwright fella?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s shop, he opened up like a can of tomata soup. He didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t want any trouble. He coughed up the goods licitly split.
Joe in Texas was just waiting for me to walk through that door. He knew the answers before I asked the questions. The look in his eye and the knowing smile as he took the goods out of the box told me he had planned this all along. That guy had brains. He wanted to see this played out as much as I did. He had it to me in just a few days.
I knew Marshall was working with the G-men, but that didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t bother me. I had it on good information that he would deliver if you asked him nice. He was smooth?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..maybe to smooth. Dave knew what he was doing and he knew his stuff was the best. I had to trade him some information, but it was worth it. He delivered the goods and was pretty quick about it. His boys had the package on my desk in a week.
Yeah?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.I had been lucky so far.
The big question mark was?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..the guys in Chicago. They were playing it cool and weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t saying much. Were they bluffing? They sure weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t in a hurry. Kevin liked to talk?¢‚Ǩ¬¶but I knew all along that graham was the brains in that organization. I had never seen them do one quit like this, but the word on the street was that these guys were the best. That seemed to be the case, but it could be all a front. Perhaps they were getting their stuff from the guys in Australia and just putting name on it.
Another guy asked them for something like this. It didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t look right to me, but then again?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.he didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t ask them the way I did. I had a friend who could be persuasive?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..but they didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t make me pull him out of the holster. They knew the score.
This was the first piece that was taking some time?¢‚Ǩ¬¶?¢‚Ǩ¬¶too much time. Maybe I was just feeling this way because this one was different from the others. My previous hats and jackets were just better versions of Indy gear that I already had. This was not just another brown fedora with a center dent and a tight pinch.
This would be a very different hat. A grey fedora with an up-welt brim with a.......what was it called? It is kind of like a teardrop crown......I think it is called a "C" crown. Anyway.......
Could Graham do it? Can he really nail the Bogie fedora from The Maltese Falcon? Would he just keep it for himself and skip town? Could Agent 5 get there first and spoil the whole deal?
So many questions....and all I could do was wait and see how it played out.
It was a late night?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.so late it was early. The red neon sign out side my window with the bad buzz wasn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t having much luck getting me to eat at Joe?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s.
I had been setting there so long; it was hard to tell where the leather chair in my office ended I began. The problems with this case weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t getting any clearer and the half empty bottle of Woodford Reserve bourbon didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t have any answers for me.
I had been lucky so far. The pieces I had been collecting came easy. I never had to wait very long before they came to me. The trace I had done on that leather jacket went smooth. When I showed up at that Botwright fella?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s shop, he opened up like a can of tomata soup. He didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t want any trouble. He coughed up the goods licitly split.
Joe in Texas was just waiting for me to walk through that door. He knew the answers before I asked the questions. The look in his eye and the knowing smile as he took the goods out of the box told me he had planned this all along. That guy had brains. He wanted to see this played out as much as I did. He had it to me in just a few days.
I knew Marshall was working with the G-men, but that didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t bother me. I had it on good information that he would deliver if you asked him nice. He was smooth?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..maybe to smooth. Dave knew what he was doing and he knew his stuff was the best. I had to trade him some information, but it was worth it. He delivered the goods and was pretty quick about it. His boys had the package on my desk in a week.
Yeah?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.I had been lucky so far.
The big question mark was?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..the guys in Chicago. They were playing it cool and weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t saying much. Were they bluffing? They sure weren?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t in a hurry. Kevin liked to talk?¢‚Ǩ¬¶but I knew all along that graham was the brains in that organization. I had never seen them do one quit like this, but the word on the street was that these guys were the best. That seemed to be the case, but it could be all a front. Perhaps they were getting their stuff from the guys in Australia and just putting name on it.
Another guy asked them for something like this. It didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t look right to me, but then again?¢‚Ǩ¬¶.he didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t ask them the way I did. I had a friend who could be persuasive?¢‚Ǩ¬¶..but they didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t make me pull him out of the holster. They knew the score.
This was the first piece that was taking some time?¢‚Ǩ¬¶?¢‚Ǩ¬¶too much time. Maybe I was just feeling this way because this one was different from the others. My previous hats and jackets were just better versions of Indy gear that I already had. This was not just another brown fedora with a center dent and a tight pinch.
This would be a very different hat. A grey fedora with an up-welt brim with a.......what was it called? It is kind of like a teardrop crown......I think it is called a "C" crown. Anyway.......
Could Graham do it? Can he really nail the Bogie fedora from The Maltese Falcon? Would he just keep it for himself and skip town? Could Agent 5 get there first and spoil the whole deal?
So many questions....and all I could do was wait and see how it played out.