“So Sam… What do you do when you’re not plugged into a workstation for the cause?” “You’ve got lovely hair, Miss Richman. Did you know most ladies have to brush their hair for 15 minutes a day to properly keep their hair manageable? That can damage it. The finest fibers for your type of hair come from the bactrian camel of northern Mongolia. That’s right Sweetheart. I sell brushes.” “That’s interesting,” Mary Richman lied. The best cover story is one which you can pretend it is interesting but no one wants to talk about it. “I also sell perfume. Our newest line is ‘Funeral Home’. Lovely fragrance! Just lovely. Very soothing.” She smiled weakly. That did it. She was sure not to ask further questions. “Well, Doll. I need to shove off. The big man is expecting me, and you know how he gets. All that day job stuff just pays the bills. But this operation… THIS is going to put us on Easy Street.” “How well do you know the boss?” “Is that all you can call him? I know him from way back. We first met up when the Mosaic browser came out, the first in line text and photo browser. No one called him boss back then. How well do you know him? “I met Mr. Burr just a few months back. Zynga announced they were closing the place down, and he had work for me. It looked like things were about to fold, so I went to work for him.” “Do you still call him Mr. Burr or have you gotten to a first name basis yet?” “No, it is still Mr. Burr. He doesn’t like to be called Timothy. We are strictly business.” That is what I needed. A real lead. Anything more will be gravy on the stuffing. “Well, Tim and I are close. He usually doesn’t mix business and pleasure. What did ol’ Tim have you doing for him?” “Well there were a number of store owners who couldn’t see their way to his point of view. There was Rawkin Rowl at the music store and Bob at the factory. I just got them here, got them drunk, and he took care of the rest.” Bingo. “Well Doll, I’ve got to go. Time to meet with Tim.” “Will you be back? I thought we could have a little fun.” “We’ll see, Angel.” I gave her a peck on the cheek and squeezed her hand. The henchman in the shadows by the back door was watching. She patted my thigh, stroked my arm as I left. I’m glad I keep my Norton Anti-virus up to date. I strode to the back door. “Mr. Burr is expecting me, Pal.” He nodded and opened the door. ———————————— HAVE YOU MISSED EPISODES? If you are confused by the story because you have missed segments, or read them out of order… There’s good news! I have put the whole thing together up to the present on a blog: yonoir.blogspot. If you like what you read, please leave a comment on the YOWORLD GONE NOIR FaceBook page. Thank you!
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 22:54:24 +0000
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