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| 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 | ||
| Added by cdavis64davis, 23 May 2022 Aimless Nights II Mort Mandril, Private Eye – The Plot Thickens [Noir detective Mort Mandril has been duped into delivering a suitcase that was previously found to contain a dead body. He is arrested and provisionally released. He decides to investigate further. Full details in preceding episode. https://www.free-scores.com/sheetmusic?p=a6MFCb5y8l ] I bid adieu to my pals at the police station. Greeting me upon exit was none other than Anna, the mysterious woman with the Eastern accent who had gotten me into this mess in the first place. “Anna, you got some nerve after putting me through all that. What the hell is going on and no BS, or I am marching you straight to Detective Stark.” “I had no choice. Please, you have to let me explain.” “I’m all ears.” “I don’t know what is so special about the suitcase. It is my boyfriend Raspo’s. Actually he’s not my boyfriend. In any case, they got him.” “Who is they?” “Some mobsters from Zambonia. Don’t know the names. They kidnapped him at the airport and somehow stuffed a body in his suitcase. Don’t know why.” I wanted to believe her, but I was sure there was more to the story. And I was in no hurry to deal with Zambonian mobsters and their take-no-prisoners reputation. But why did they want the suitcase? Good question. They could have kept the suitcase in the first place. But they didn’t. So why did they change their minds? Somehow they had managed to get Anna to snatch the suitcase from the police station, no easy task. But the police must have smelled something and were waiting at the airport. What now? I doubted Anna could snatch it a second time. “So how did you manage to remove the suitcase from the police station Anna?” “I didn’t do that.” I glowered. “Anna, that ain’t gonna do! I need you to be straight, or I am turning the whole thing over to the cops.” “OK, OK. I got in disguised as a cleaner, found the suitcase, and hid it in my trash bag. But, I swear I do not know why the mobsters want the suitcase.” Her steel-blue eyes were convincing me. Or am I the complete sucker? I needed one more bit of information. “Anna, I am willing to help you, but you gotta tell me what Raspo was up to. The Zambonians don’t kidnap for sport.” “He’s a Bitcoin smuggler.” [to be continued pending additional literary and musical inspiration] | |||
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