Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/MILANO-FROID, No. 4: "The Maltese Peacock"...
(dedicato: Jan-Michael Vincent)
The Maltese Peacock: Part 1:
My name is DAVE BLADE, Esq. (Private Dude). I'd tell ya 'bout my LIFE; better still? -I tell ya 'bout the dead brunette on my office-sofa floor?
We'd just had sex. I went to wash my "hands". On my return? She was stone-cold, Moriarty! -9mm. bullet thru the head!
...Obviously, I wasn't firing blanks;
but I SWEAR .. "on a stack!",
I was in the bathroom when this murder went down....?
THEN!...some HOBO with a feather in his hat
(LOOKED MALTESIAN),
fell thru my Private Dude/film noir, office door.
He had a chest wound and fell dead on the floor, too;
'longside the brunette,
and despite having just had SEX with the dead gal,
it was TIME to take off my Fedora,
chain smoke - profusely - and
wonder just what tale I'd tell
to SGT. NALTY down at Cop HQ/LAPD!?...:
..."Wrongful homicide/shooter was gunning for
MALTESIAN dude/I was actually IN the washroom
shampooing my dick/dead MALTESIAN shows up,
ERGO: Dead sex partner; mistaken I.D.???
JEEZE! I need a LAWYER.
(to be continued...)
The Maltese Peacock: Part 2
Out on BAIL... for a DOUBLE MURDER,
"Dave Blade, Esq". (Private Dude) am suddenly
"personno-no-gratoo", which is LATIN
for: "GIVE UP THE PEACOCK, or your money's no good!"
-Every HOOD in L.A. is on my trail
and - for the life of me? - I can't get a table
at Spagos, Granitas, OR Manuels Burrito City
down on PICO!!!!
Frick it, I say. (Don't quote me)
Still? I'm stuck - as it were? -
in PASADENA -
with a double - film noir - MURDER.
And, to boot? Some Goliath,
(probably from MUSCLE BEACH-big pal
of the GOVENATOR),
shows up/trashes my ZIP CODE
and wants me to find his "ex-wife"
WANDA; some floosie
from Pismo beach
who's "done a bunk"
and married a Bank Account?
-The "lonesome" beach house, incidentally,
perched atop of a BIG SUR cliff,
PLUS triple-murders, comes later?
(to be continued...)
The Maltese Peacock: Part 3:
HOPE STREET, in downtown Los Angeles,
is aptly named.
I'm (Dave Blade, Esq./Private Dude),
chugging coffee, BOURBON and ice cream).
My nerves are on edge, my Fedora's O.K.;
then in walks LOUIE-LOUIE packin' a 9mm!!!
I do the BOO-GA-LOO,
make a "Citizen's Arrest"
get COURTNEY, the courtesy
cigarette-Tray gal - in the pink Tu-tu -
to RESTRAIN HIM
whilst I telephone SGT. NALTY
down at HEADQUARTERS
of the LAPD!
So far? I think I may be out of the LOOP.
An illusion? -probably.
...The stuff Dreams are made of.
(to be continued...)
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Piacenza/italia...:)
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