Some time ago I wrote a small story called Detective McDougal! If one has not read it you can find it in the Crow’s nest under the challenges and prompts section. It was something completely different from what I’m used to write, so today I thought I would give it a try to write some kind of sequel or more of a new part. If by any change one wants to read more of the story that is now being formed in my head let me know.
Detective McDougal! Parte Due.
It has been a couple of weeks now since that shooting incident and I am lucky to still be breathing. If she had only shot me a couple of inches to my left I would have been flying with the angels. Who would have thought that the head of the syndicate would have a twin sister? What strings did their father pull to have his daughters named differently; According to the files I read during my recovery both of them have different fathers. Did he foresee who would follow him in his footsteps? I cracked my head over that many times over that question.
I thought of running away with Susan. Away from her sister and the syndicate, but she refused. Wanting to stay here in this old Chicago where she felt home, where she sold her heart to the music.
“Ladies and gentleman thank you all for coming here tonight at the Blue Lounge. Pretty sure you all came here to hear her sing tonight so…. Give it up for the lovely and sexy Susan Fratello”
The applause is overwhelming, How would she ever be able to hide form her sister if she stayed in this sleazy jazz club. It is not that her sister wanted her dead, but all her affairs ended in a coffin. The sting in my chest is a furious one thinking back of that night. Diana Spavento could have easily killed me, if it wasn’t for Susan. Hearing the ice in the glass clink to the sides as I raise it to my lips, taking a sip of this fine whisky, wondering how it gotten to this.
Susan has started singing and her voice in harmony with the band is all one could hear. The walls are cold and damp like a prison the low ceiling hidden by a blanket of blue smoke that slowly moves around. I light up this dark corner in an orange glow, lighting a cigarette with the silver lighter she gave me. It’s distinguished metal clicking sound having her smile and looking my way, not even skipping a note.
Yeah, she didn’t want to run and I wound up dead on paper. This case is hulled in mystery. From the shadows I am still conducting the investigation, but the stories Susan told me are nothing but disturbing. Witchcraft, ancient spells and fortune telling, are but a few of the things she told me her family was using. She was raised by her father under a different name. Treated like a princess for all that time getting the best of the best, while her sister was hardened to become his successor.
The music is soft and melancholic, getting you in a state of mind of drifting in between sadness and a certain high. Drifting on the notes of music sue do not help me focus. Eyes drawn to Susan, standing on stage in a red strapless dress, firmly wrapped around her sexy body. Her high heels extending her already long legs, she moves with that elegant ease across the stage.
I close an eye as a sting rushes through my body, the wound is giving me a burning sensation as if an ice cube is being held in one spot to long. My instincts tell me nothing good is about to happen and I drop the cigarette to the floor, its ash breaking off and some sparks jump off while I reach under my blazer to grab my holstered gun. Still keeping it concealed not to scare away those who might take notice.
Hope you enjoyed the read. Please let me know if you would like this to be continued? What did you think so far?
Couldn’t find the first part? Click HERE.