[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...(+)
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]
I am waiting for Inspector Clouseau to pop out of the closet and begin searching for clues (maybe he was in the clues closet?). The music is just suspenseful enough to back up this part of your ongoing narrative. I see a novelette arriving soon accompanied by a CD inserted in the sleeve with appropriate music for each scene. Perfect.
, 24 May 2022 at 16:52 
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