[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.
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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.
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]
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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