Buring the midnight oil
Balbo the Boy Magician
Gordon tapped his pencil on the name thinking.
A kid with a talent for stage magic and prestidigitation and a nose for mystery. The black and white photo of the boy sleuth and a young John Smith in his suit and bow tie rested on the table before him as if incredulously asking,"You haven't figured it out yet?"
Still waiting on a few callbacks from contacts he still had in the force and few he made to the University, Jim had found an all night diner and settled in with a cup of black coffee and some ham and eggs; enough to keep the waitress satisfied that he was a paying customer. It seemed to be a slow night in the diner so no one seemed to mind the old man scribbling away on a notepad and flipping through old news clippings in the back booth for hours on end.
Looking up, he noted the hour and grimaced. He imagined the fuss his daughter would make if she knew how long he had been up without sleep. The case had really put the hook in him and the stonewall he was hitting had been chewing at him like a dog on a bone. Rubbing his eyes he reflexivly reached for his pipe. Oops, no pipe. No smoking remember?
Draining his coffee cup he waived the waitress for more. He was going to have to leave a hefty tip.
Gordon tapped his pencil on the name thinking.
A kid with a talent for stage magic and prestidigitation and a nose for mystery. The black and white photo of the boy sleuth and a young John Smith in his suit and bow tie rested on the table before him as if incredulously asking,"You haven't figured it out yet?"
Still waiting on a few callbacks from contacts he still had in the force and few he made to the University, Jim had found an all night diner and settled in with a cup of black coffee and some ham and eggs; enough to keep the waitress satisfied that he was a paying customer. It seemed to be a slow night in the diner so no one seemed to mind the old man scribbling away on a notepad and flipping through old news clippings in the back booth for hours on end.
Looking up, he noted the hour and grimaced. He imagined the fuss his daughter would make if she knew how long he had been up without sleep. The case had really put the hook in him and the stonewall he was hitting had been chewing at him like a dog on a bone. Rubbing his eyes he reflexivly reached for his pipe. Oops, no pipe. No smoking remember?
Draining his coffee cup he waived the waitress for more. He was going to have to leave a hefty tip.