Spencer Shotgun and die Frau in Rot Issue 1
Damn! I ran outta my victory gin at 4:30 that night, same as the police who ran outta clues as to th removal of Lia industries. I was about to break the bottle on the door when all of a sudden i saw a long dark leg step in my office. Trouble again, but not from anywhere around here. I like to travel, but I like it better when the travelling comes to me, in this case a German dame. She was a short dame with half her hair draped over an eye. My heart did flips but that was because it was dodging the bullets it thought she was shooting at it. Either way she was one spicy schnabberschmittfellen.
"Schpenser! Eet es you! I hov heerd soo mooch!"
She said it nice enough, but I knew this was going to be trouble. Before I replied I took notice of her red dress, red necklace, red shoes, red lipstick, and red car. This wasn't a dame, in fact this was worse than a dame. This, was; a lady in red. I knew she was gonna figuratively break my heart. But still, the red sent me stupid like a dog when it sniffs its own keyster. By that I mean this dame was gonna hurt me and i was gonna like it.
"A lady in red, I know your kind," I said. Futile words, but I needed to arm myself. This was gonna hurt, bad.
"Boot Schpency, I will noot hoort you. I'm on your schoide."
"Enough small talk, evil dame. All I want to do is help you, get my money and live, more preferrably live."
"It is a schimple case, Herr Shootgoon. My hoom hass bin ranschacked. I hoord aboot your case mit der Mateemitician und I thoot thisch may intress you."
She handed me something that was even more trouble than her.
"But how??"
BUT WHAT??? That is the question that we'll answer next time I write for the NEXT episode of SPENCER SHOTGUN!!!
"Schpenser! Eet es you! I hov heerd soo mooch!"
She said it nice enough, but I knew this was going to be trouble. Before I replied I took notice of her red dress, red necklace, red shoes, red lipstick, and red car. This wasn't a dame, in fact this was worse than a dame. This, was; a lady in red. I knew she was gonna figuratively break my heart. But still, the red sent me stupid like a dog when it sniffs its own keyster. By that I mean this dame was gonna hurt me and i was gonna like it.
"A lady in red, I know your kind," I said. Futile words, but I needed to arm myself. This was gonna hurt, bad.
"Boot Schpency, I will noot hoort you. I'm on your schoide."
"Enough small talk, evil dame. All I want to do is help you, get my money and live, more preferrably live."
"It is a schimple case, Herr Shootgoon. My hoom hass bin ranschacked. I hoord aboot your case mit der Mateemitician und I thoot thisch may intress you."
She handed me something that was even more trouble than her.
"But how??"
BUT WHAT??? That is the question that we'll answer next time I write for the NEXT episode of SPENCER SHOTGUN!!!