"Spencer Shotgun" part 1
The clock broke past midnoght as my empty bottle of gin broke against the wall. Businesss was bad. The city was bad. In the distance i could hear the sirens of the futile rollers which were soon sent to sleep buy a few distant pops. I'm spencer shotgun, gumshoe. A lonely detective who's had my heart nearly broken 3 times. Those 3 times all lodged in my chest. I was about to close down for the night when trouble walked in.
I could tell this dame was nothing but trouble. I already knew who she was. Kristen "Trouble" Lia. She had a record in me a mile long. Evil dame. Yet, she always took control of me when I tried to get outta the yoke. She was the kind of dame that would make you want to look both ways before crossing the street and still end up getting hit by a vegetable truck. Her evil Italian brown hair spoke of shooting yet another near broken heart into me; but not the romantic kind, she was already givin' that to her flunky, Chris "Shakespeare" Lortman. The kind of near heartbreak she had for me was the kind more related to hot lead at 1000 miles an hour.
"Hi, Spencer," she said.
"What do you want of me now? Still getting into trouble. Why don't you just be more like your sister, Emil "I" Lia?" I countered.
"Don't you realize it isn't me getting myself into these pickles?" she said.
"Don't give me that. If business weren't better I'd say no to the messy case you'll throw me in, but in this case I just have to say yes," I admitted.
"Good to see you'll help. My case is a train lost on the whacko line."
As she gave me her panicked spiel of dead clients of her business, I remembered word on the street being of her business being attached to the local crime syndicate. But I got in on the same about her sister. Either way, this case was gonna kill me if i wasnt even careful at the assignment itself.
I could tell this dame was nothing but trouble. I already knew who she was. Kristen "Trouble" Lia. She had a record in me a mile long. Evil dame. Yet, she always took control of me when I tried to get outta the yoke. She was the kind of dame that would make you want to look both ways before crossing the street and still end up getting hit by a vegetable truck. Her evil Italian brown hair spoke of shooting yet another near broken heart into me; but not the romantic kind, she was already givin' that to her flunky, Chris "Shakespeare" Lortman. The kind of near heartbreak she had for me was the kind more related to hot lead at 1000 miles an hour.
"Hi, Spencer," she said.
"What do you want of me now? Still getting into trouble. Why don't you just be more like your sister, Emil "I" Lia?" I countered.
"Don't you realize it isn't me getting myself into these pickles?" she said.
"Don't give me that. If business weren't better I'd say no to the messy case you'll throw me in, but in this case I just have to say yes," I admitted.
"Good to see you'll help. My case is a train lost on the whacko line."
As she gave me her panicked spiel of dead clients of her business, I remembered word on the street being of her business being attached to the local crime syndicate. But I got in on the same about her sister. Either way, this case was gonna kill me if i wasnt even careful at the assignment itself.