THE SEARCH FOR CRAZY EDDIE
It was another hot steamy night in downtown Akrotiri. A lone saxophone player practiced his scales and boy, did he need practice. A gunshot rang out and with a dying glissando his practice finished.
I patted my rifle and returned it to its case. Hey, dont blame me, I'm a music lover.
I surveyed my office : 10 feet by 12. No change there then. A brisk knock sounded at the door and I growled out a greeting : 'The rent-cheque is in the post!'. But it wasnt Knuckles McGrew my ever-worried landlord. With a shimmer and rustle of silk a dame sashayed in and lean provocatively against my desk : ' I hear you're some kind of ****?', she whispered. 'No, I'm a Private Investigator!' I replied. 'I need a good man with a nose for trouble and quick hands' she giggled slightly and I realised it was a bad week to be breaking in a new codpiece. I didnt know her game but she scored double-tops with me.
'Okay babe, how can I be of service and more to the point, what can I do for you?'.
'There's a big competition coming up, some kind of Draft and there is mucho dinero involved. Seems to me a girl with the right connections could make a big pile out of it!'
I thought any girl with good connections could make a big pile and hers looked bigger than most!
'So what do you want me to do?'
'There's a guy, some kinda mystic feller called Crazy Eddie. Word is he can tell the future'
'And you want me to find him for you?'
'Thats it and when you find him, just whistle.You know how to whistle dont you Danik? You just put your foot in your mouth and... blow!'
With another rustle of silk she was gone.
Damn. I hadnt collected my expenses up front but she had left me with a sizable expanding urge to meet her again.
Interesting times.
Another saxophone player started up. I reached for my rifle. Some things never change.