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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Hmph! (03/04/10)

TITLE: Fog
By dub W
03/08/10


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Jason Runny shifted the papers on the table. “Now, let me get this straight.” He made a check on this pad. “You two were meeting to give Nan here a bracelet, that somehow was delivered to your,” he pointed at Sheryl Howard, who was sitting opposite of him, and next to Nan McHough, “office, downtown.” He leaned back and looked at Nan. “And this has to do with a homicide in your,” again he pointed at Sheryl, “building. A homicide in which Miss McHough here is somehow involved.”

Sheryl nodded.

Runny, a detective on the New Orleans police department usually worked in the homicide division. “And apparently,” he pointed his pencil at Nan, “you are involved cause some street person, in his dying gesture, pointed at you in front of another officer.”

Nan nodded, she felt a tear roll down her cheek. “Uh, huh.”

Runny tossed the pencil in the air. “I thought about taking a day off today, but no, I had to ask the captain if there was anything interesting going on.” He caught the pencil and sipped his cup of coffee.

Nan cleared her throat. “Oh, and there wasn’t a waitress here, but one served us coffee.” She dabbed her eye. “Really.”

Runny shook his head. “Hmph. You oughta write a book about this.”

Nan tried to smile. “I would if I thought I would live through it. These guys who rolled Sheryl wanted the bracelet back for some reason.”

“It’s all they took. Oh, there was a file of obits in the briefcase too, but that was just paper.” Sheryl pushed her coffee cup away. “The guy was dressed like a painter.”

Misty fog was beginning to cover Charles Avenue as the threesome spoke. Outside the tiny Tip Top Café traffic moved along as if nothing was happening in the old city.

“I suppose this qualifies as part of a homicide investigation.” Runny made a scratch on his notepad. “But, from where I sit, there is little more here than a common mugging. As to the bracelet, I am still trying to connect that to this thing. Are you sure that there was nothing else in your briefcase?”

“Like I said, just newspaper copy, some pens, my car charger for my cell phone, some tissue, five or six paperclips.” Sheryl looked at the ceiling trying to list the contents.

Runny waved his hand. “I get it, just stuff.”

“Yeah.” Nan held her coffee cup with two hands. “But, someone is trying to get to me for some reason. And it has to do with the locket that Otis, the victim, was clutching in his hand.”

“A locket for your bracelet?” The detective drew a circle on his pad.

Nan nodded. “Yeah.”

Runny scooted out of the booth and stood by the table. “Anything else? Call me.” He dropped his card on the desk. “If there is anything else I should know, that has anything to do with anything,” the frustration in his voice was evident, “call me. No wait. Don’t. Send me an email. That way I can put it in my junk mail file.”

Sheryl looked up. “Right.”

“And you.” He pointed at Nan. “Don’t leave town, and if you know anything more about the homicide let me know.”

“Buy the book.” Nan giggled and looked out at the mist, fog, and traffic.

Runny pulled his rain coat on and smoothed out the collar. “What’re ya gonna call it?”

Nan tapped the window. “September Fog.”

“Send me a copy.”

“Send me ten bucks.”

A white painter’s van rumbled through the fog down Charles Avenue toward Canal Street.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/11/10
Again I got excited when I saw the name Nan. I have a feeling it's coming to an end. It has been an enjoyable set to read. I can't wait to see what you'll do with Wow, but I'm sure it'll be quite fitting.
Philippa Geaney 03/12/10
How you gonna end this in one or two more episodes huh?? Someone is gonna squeal - is that it?
Ps Loving it!
Lyn Churchyard03/15/10
Another great episode of Nan and Co.
but I doubt this mystery is going to be solved in just one more chapter. Looks like the case will have to be adjourned for a few weeks.

LOL I love the detective's comment, “call me. No wait. Don’t. Send me an email. That way I can put it in my junk mail file.”

I reckon the locket off the bracelet has a microchip in it with secret government plans on it.

Oh, and I'd be asking for more than $10 for the book.
Sarah Elisabeth 03/16/10
The detective was loveable in spite of his attitude. How'd you do that? lol, I hope this reaches a conclusion this week...or do we just send you $10 bucks for the book?
Carole Robishaw 03/17/10
Love this, but now I have to go hunt them all up and reread, just to be sure I did n't miss anything.

Rikki Akeo03/17/10
So, let me get this straight. If the detective knows something that others in the department don't, they just go to him because 'Runny knows'? hehehe

I am a huge fan of this kind of writing- Usually written for television.
Beth LaBuff 03/17/10
I could see your opening being played out, with a proper detective modus operandi. :) …and the plot thickens (couldn't resist).