NIGHT 3 RESULTSYou know that saying the squeaky wheel always gets the oil? That saying holds as true now as it ever did.
I was finishing off some fish sticks I reheated in the motel's microwave when I heard a ruckus outside the window. The one they call lil-Inferno was out canvasing the town for support. Even after it had seemed that Azrael had taken the heat off of him he was still out evangelizing on behalf of the town's self appointed leader. I went back to my soggy dinner. This was nothing new for Sencity. If it hadn't been lil-Inferno it would've been Father Someone-or-another, out heralding the end of times. It was in the best interest of those uninvolved to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear if they valued their livelihood.
The fishsticks were everything I had hoped for and more; sponge like on the outside, ice cold on the inside. The metaphors concerning the fishsticks and my life were endless. The way this town abandoned me, the way my wife took the kids and my dog and did the same. In the end I settled on comparing it all to my previous situation. I think I was just about ready to call the case cold, colder than these fishsticks, when the room phone started ringing. I put down my dinner and wiped my hands on the bottom of my pants, catching the phone on its third ring. "Yea?" No response "Hello, anyone there?"
"Oh good, I was afraid I got the wrong room again." There it was, the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, the one that first welcomed me into Sencity and the one that helped me in my most trying of time. "This is Ella. I understand you've been trying to contact me."
"Why yes I have been," I said pulling out my cigarette box and lighting a fresh one "you know people in this town have a bad habit of going missing. Many of the ones that do aren't heard from again if I have your understanding."
"Is that a threat?" Ella asked, her voice stone cold but with her trademark coy. She could make any man do horrible, devious things.
"Not against you ma'am, no way. Alright then Ella, I'd love to keep up the banter but I have a five star dinner waiting for me in the other room, served by a man with white gloves and a silver charging dish. I'll make this quick. I'd like to meet with you."
"So this is a dinner date, is it? My husband not even in the ground and-"
"Now Ella you know it is nothing like that. Don't you give me the slip again this is strictly business."
"When?"
"Tomorrow morning will be preferable."
"Tomorrow afternoon is the earliest I can arrange it," she said. I didn't respond right away and gave her enough time to sigh and add, "do you remember that tea room the three of us would go to? Mrs. B's? I'll see you there tomorrow at 2."
"That's fine. Good night, Ella." I put the receiver down again and took along drag from the cigarette. I was about to turn back to the kingly feast I had afforded myself when the telephone rang again.
"Yea?"
"Hello detective, you're awfully popular tonight I just tried to call you a moment ago." Another familiar voice.
"Former detective, Peggy, former," I responded. Peggy had a certain edge to her voice but didn't have the same coy attitude that Ella always had. Peggy could also make men do horrible things but under different context. "I what can I do for you tonight, Peggy?"
"I have some new information, did you want to hear it?" She asked.
"Of course."
"Well, this is about the man named lil-Inferno," she started slowly.
"Alright Peggy I see your game. Now quit stalling and tell me why-" I heard a gunshot, and then another. They were so close it interrupted my speech. "Peggy?"
"I'm still here," she said.
"Something's happened, I gotta go." I ran out into the sunlight and viewed the scene on the street before me. People were gathered around a scene, blocking my vision. I ran out to the mob and pushed people aside. Sitting in a puddle of blood was lil-Inferno. I felt his pulse; nothing. It would appear that lil-Inferno was shot in broad daylight, a stray bullet grazing the arm of an onlooked I recognized as Azrael who was bleeding generously. "Did anyone call the cops? How about an ambulance? Well go on!" But I knew that this wasn't more than a murder scene.
lil-Inferno was dead!
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