Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "PALOOKAVILLE!"(after Raymond Chandler)
"Palookaville!"
...I was working, office sink mirror, on my Mullet (haircut), my neglected foot-dangling a tad askew. I needed to exercise. Hit the office bottle. I hadn't seen VELMA in a while. NOBODY-lately, no high-end corpse having got murdered for a discreet "P.I." (A Shamus). This is bad for business:
A lady suspected with a diamond necklace/absent dude in a Tuxedo, the chauffer A.W.O.L. with the big shots Rolls-Royce? And lipstick on your collar? (Thank U VELMA!) Even unemployed I felt like I needed a Chinatown laundry; a Palookaville-one way ticket stub before I hit downtown?
Some say that a STIFF (Dead frick U murdered) his heavier than a broken heart. Throw him in a Packards trunk, off the pier, South L.A. Bay: Malibu canyons, Las Vegas surrounds make Arlington Cemetery small, sadly less renown.
The TORCHER (Razzy-Night Club singer with the everlasting nylons), another VELMA, ZELDA (whatever) sitting now in my humble outta office, sniffling, handing me an envelope stuffed with dead Presidents, should I take the Case?
'Did U kill him? Did U drive him off the cliff, Pacific Palisades? It's IN the NEWS, that Packard, driven off the pier, that lipstick smear upon his dead lips? Did U KILL HIM!?"
...THIS GIG (a SHAMUS) ain't for just anyone, the crunch Fedora, Gabardine-belted, a resident leer, wise cracks on hand, a loser, a fool ...in someone else's "Film Noir"?...
"Did U kill him?"
"NO! My lover, the chauffer!"
"Is he dead too?"
"I can explain that!"
At which point, Sergeant Nalty/Uniforms (L.A.P.D.) burst through my office door!
c.2026. dave delacroix.
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