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Mystery
March 18th Blues
Lieutenant
Lawson sat on the old oak side chair in front of my battleship gray
desk doing the plop-plop-fizz-fizz thing he always does on the
morning of March 18th after spending the evening of 17th
at the Black Dingus downstairs from my office.
“So what’s the
caper that brought your sorry looking head into my office, Lawson?”
I poured myself a cup of joe and waited.
Lawson rubbed
his head. “I’ll tell you once I squeeze out the leprechauns dancing
in my head.”
“I don’t have
all day, Lawson. I’m busy earning my keep as writer and private
eye.”
“Okay, okay.
Let me lay it out for you. One of our officers found a body this
morning. Patricia O’Malley, the TV anchorwoman, has given her final
report.”
“You have
suspects?”
“Naturally. It
was O’Toole, McNamara or Kelly.”
“And you have
your notes from the interviews?”
“I doubt even
you can crack this case with the lousy clues I’ve got. It’s not like
I wasn’t partying last night and then to be called in at four in the
morning to talk to three guys who also party hardy...”
“Yeah, I get
you, Lawson. Let me see the notes.”
Lawson handed
me a crumpled sheet of paper. I uncrumpled and read.
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The guy
holding a green basketball works at the same company as Kelly.
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McNamara was
chasing the pizza delivery girl with the guy in the green top hat
at the time of the murder.
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O’Toole said
he doesn’t trust the guy in the green shoes.
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The suspect
in the green top hat said he saw O’Toole in the apartment earlier
today.
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Kelly kept
his mouth shut.
I looked into
Lawson’s bloodshot eyes. “You won’t be needing a shamrock to solve
this one, Lawson. The killer is…”
Whodunit?
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