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<blockquote data-quote="Byte" data-source="post: 263038" data-attributes="member: 1509"><p><strong>PRELUDE</strong></p><p></p><p>"2:04 pm already!" thought Phil Marlowe Jr. He arrived an hour earlier at Redmond's Hop House in order to meet a potential new client. As usual, he went for a table at the back, sitting with his back to the wall. During his 20-years-this-November career as a professional detective, the number of people with scores to settle added up quickly. Too quickly not to make it a habit to take precautions. And, as usual, the client was late. No call, no text. Typical.</p><p></p><p>While waiting, Phil enjoyed a craft beer and looked around the bar. Stressed office people on a late lunch. A veteran, probably unemployed. Everybody loves the troops, except when they come looking for a job. But Phil was fascinated with the man that came in about 40 minutes earlier. The man entered, looked around like he never saw a bar from the inside before, then slowly made his way to back. He stopped two tables down, pulled out a chair. With a disapproving scowl he took out a handkerchief and took his time wiping down the chair before finally sitting down.</p><p></p><p>What made the man so fascinating was that he was completely out of place: late 50s, maybe early 60s, an $8,000 suit. Freshly shined shoes. Perfectly groomed. Flawless manicured nails. Everything yelled old-time, conservative corporate lawyer. But when, after ordering his 2nd Perrier water, the man went to check the time, a glowing Microsoft Band 2 watch was revealed. Phil was wearing a Longines Evidenza that once belonged to his grandfather himself, and did not expect to see a modern smart watch on an old-time lawyer. Phil hated surpises like that. "Are you losing your touch, old man?" he thought to himself.</p><p></p><p>Phil woke from his reverie when a man in his 40s, dressed in a shift with jeans and wearing sneakers came in and made his way straight to the lawyer. They shook hands, then engaged in conversation at too low a volume for Phil to hear. The younger man seemed agitated and angry with the older man, who remained icy calm. Phil had noticed a bulge on the man before, and thought he wasn't the only one who made enemies, but his muscles tensed when the old man seemed to go for it after the younger man got up to leave. But instead of a firearm, the lawyer pulled out a white envelope, throwing it on the table. He could hear the thud it made clearly over the background music that had prevented him from eavesdropping on the conversation. The younger man sat back down, looked at the envelope and slowly opened it, revealing a thick stack of banknotes. He pulled out a couple brand-new $100 bills, held them up to to the light, obviously realized where he was he quickly put them back, and stuffed the envelop down his waist. He and the lawyer shook hands again. The younger man left, making sure he wasn't followed. The lawyer leaned back, finished his Perrier and pulled out a Windows Phone. After a short conversation, the lawyer dropped a $20 and left as well.</p><p></p><p>"Mister... Marlowe? Hello?" </p><p></p><p>Phil looked up in the face of an woman in her late 20s. "Mister Marlowe?" she repeated. "Ahhh yes, that me" Phil answered. He completely forgot about his new client.</p><p></p><p><strong>CHAPTER ONE: A CASE OF THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES.</strong></p><p></p><p>(To Be Continued)</p><p>(Not really!)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Byte, post: 263038, member: 1509"] [B]PRELUDE[/B] "2:04 pm already!" thought Phil Marlowe Jr. He arrived an hour earlier at Redmond's Hop House in order to meet a potential new client. As usual, he went for a table at the back, sitting with his back to the wall. During his 20-years-this-November career as a professional detective, the number of people with scores to settle added up quickly. Too quickly not to make it a habit to take precautions. And, as usual, the client was late. No call, no text. Typical. While waiting, Phil enjoyed a craft beer and looked around the bar. Stressed office people on a late lunch. A veteran, probably unemployed. Everybody loves the troops, except when they come looking for a job. But Phil was fascinated with the man that came in about 40 minutes earlier. The man entered, looked around like he never saw a bar from the inside before, then slowly made his way to back. He stopped two tables down, pulled out a chair. With a disapproving scowl he took out a handkerchief and took his time wiping down the chair before finally sitting down. What made the man so fascinating was that he was completely out of place: late 50s, maybe early 60s, an $8,000 suit. Freshly shined shoes. Perfectly groomed. Flawless manicured nails. Everything yelled old-time, conservative corporate lawyer. But when, after ordering his 2nd Perrier water, the man went to check the time, a glowing Microsoft Band 2 watch was revealed. Phil was wearing a Longines Evidenza that once belonged to his grandfather himself, and did not expect to see a modern smart watch on an old-time lawyer. Phil hated surpises like that. "Are you losing your touch, old man?" he thought to himself. Phil woke from his reverie when a man in his 40s, dressed in a shift with jeans and wearing sneakers came in and made his way straight to the lawyer. They shook hands, then engaged in conversation at too low a volume for Phil to hear. The younger man seemed agitated and angry with the older man, who remained icy calm. Phil had noticed a bulge on the man before, and thought he wasn't the only one who made enemies, but his muscles tensed when the old man seemed to go for it after the younger man got up to leave. But instead of a firearm, the lawyer pulled out a white envelope, throwing it on the table. He could hear the thud it made clearly over the background music that had prevented him from eavesdropping on the conversation. The younger man sat back down, looked at the envelope and slowly opened it, revealing a thick stack of banknotes. He pulled out a couple brand-new $100 bills, held them up to to the light, obviously realized where he was he quickly put them back, and stuffed the envelop down his waist. He and the lawyer shook hands again. The younger man left, making sure he wasn't followed. The lawyer leaned back, finished his Perrier and pulled out a Windows Phone. After a short conversation, the lawyer dropped a $20 and left as well. "Mister... Marlowe? Hello?" Phil looked up in the face of an woman in her late 20s. "Mister Marlowe?" she repeated. "Ahhh yes, that me" Phil answered. He completely forgot about his new client. [B]CHAPTER ONE: A CASE OF THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES.[/B] (To Be Continued) (Not really!) [/QUOTE]
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