 | Davis, Charles - Aimless Nights III Mort Mandril, Private Eye - The Trap Piano solo |
| Composer : Arranger : Publisher : | Davis, Charles (1945 - ) | ||
| Instrumentation : | Piano solo | ||
| Style : | Blues | ||
| Key : | E minor | ||
| Date : | 2022 | ||
| Copyright : | Copyright © 2022 Charles Davis, license Creative Commons CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 | ||
| Other title : | Les nuits sans sommeil III | ||
| Added by cdavis64davis, 05 Jun 2022 Aimless Nights III Mort Mandril, Private Eye – The Trap [Noir detective Mort Mandril has been duped by femme fatale Anna into delivering a suitcase that was previously found to contain a dead body. He is arrested and provisionally released. He decides to investigate further. Femme fatale Anna had previously stolen the suitcase from the police station to help free her boyfriend, Raspo, a Bitcoin smuggler. Full details in preceding episodes. https://www.free-scores.com/sheetmusic?p=aSezWKP02G ] This was a new one on me. “A Bitcoin smuggler.” “Yes,” replied Anna, “This was supposed to be the big haul, the one we could retire on. The suitcase has something to do with it.” I had heard of Bitcoin. It seemed like a Ponzi scheme to me. At the end of the day, Bitcoin wasn’t worth the paper it wasn’t written on, but people wanted them for some reason. But, I was beginning to catch on. It was the suitcase itself, not the contents that was important, but I really couldn’t think of any way to get my hands on it. Maybe the Detective Stark would play ball. Worth a try. I told Anna to stay put and rang up said detective. “What the hell do you want, Mandril?” Stark wasn’t in the best of moods. “I told you to stay out of this case.” “Stark, you gotta listen. That suitcase is the key to whole mess. Using it as bait, you could nail the entire Zambonian gang and maybe a few others. Stark thought on it a while and reluctantly agreed. So he retrieved the suitcase and we handed it to Anna. Then we followed at a discrete distance. Soon Vinnie the Icepick is following her too. He shoved her in a car and drove off. Stark is furious. We hop in my car and attempt to follow. I thought we had lost her, but Stark spots the car three blocks away. And surprise, surprise, it is parked right in front of the Harry Arms Hotel. The clerk, of course, denies that anyone just entered, but after a little arm-twisting, Stark’s specialty, the clerk blabs: ”Room 202.” Gun in hand, Stark kicks open the door. “Everybody reach. Hands up.” There we find: Anna, and the suitcase. A very scared looking dude, Raspo, we presume, tied to a chair. Vinnie. And two of the creepiest Zambonians I had ever seen. The Stark hands me his gun and proceeds to handcuff the two creeps plus Vinnie. Behind rang out Anna’s familiar voice: “OK, Hands up you two.” “Anna, don’t do this. You are in enough trouble as it is.” “And you are too,” chimes in Stark, “Hauling me into this trap.” We thought at this point Anna would untie Raspo, ties us up, and split. Recalculating. She handcuffed us, left Raspo there, grabbed the suitcase, and split. The Stark was swearing up a blue streak and the rest of the folks weren’t very happy either. At this point some Sargent O’Malley and some other cops arrived, untied Detective Stark, and hauled Raspo, Vinnie, and the two Zambonians off to jail. “I’ve got a mind to just leave you tied up,” said Stark. However, I knew something Stark didn’t: the Bitcoin angle. I explained and Stark went for it. We agreed to go on a hunt for Anna and the suitcase, but first we decided to talk to Raspo. He was almost in tears. “I though she loved me. She was just using me.” Raspo claimed to know nothing about Bitcoin and was claiming Anna was the smuggler. He had arrived a day before with her suitcase. He said it was empty. Anna had told him he was traveling light. This did seem to add up. But where was Anna. And what was so special about the suitcase? We got a break. Or rather I did. Anna needed help getting out of town and rang me up. No way I am falling for that again. I am not as stupid as I look. Or maybe I am. Anyway, $10,000 was pretty persuasive. Plus she claimed that no crime was being committed. But this time, I needed to hear the whole story. “Anna, maybe I will and maybe I won’t, but no more pussy-footing around. I want the whole story, all the details, and no more tricks.” [final episode to appear pending additional literary and musical inspiration] | |||
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