Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix esq./dd-tective files: "Ramen da Noodle."
Police Report: (I'm an over-worked COP. Phones are frickin', Sgt Delgardo brought me the wrong Burrioto/if U don't like my report? -put me back on HOPE-central, Los Angeles Bag Patrol.
I don't give a frick. Just, next time? -bring me da right Burrioto!)
...("Ramen da Noodle.")
"Oh yeah: "Ramen da Noodle". 12 VICS. All in same 3 storey excuse/ SANTA-MONICA appartment building.. hadn't been power washed since 1963. Occupants? Mostly itinerants - Actors - all MURDERED whilst on "Welfare", killed by one Manuel Ramen Esq., originally from OXAICA (It's in Mexico/ Writer L.S.LOWRY, deceased, once visited/wrote: Under da Volcano; we think its near a beach?)
CLUSTER-SGT Ramairez - fixed "Smoker" boxing LOSER/just bought pretty new CROWN VIC, was assigned the mass-murder investigation. He found it complex...and turned it over to "PRIVY-D-DECT/Lost & Found/Missing Milk Cartons & KIDS -Detective Agency...one Mr "D & D."
Police Report: "Are ya - "Belch!" - wiv me so far?"
Look thru any window? From a mansion to a shack? A shack of despair, sparsely decorated with lonesome Icons, a Rosary, a crucifix in da window? Or a mansion, landscaped, luxiourious, yet bereft of emotion, of Love? SANTA MONICA dwellings canvas both.
At the HAPPY DUMPLING appartment block - obviously once owned by Chinese immigrants before the Armenian, Jewish, or Chinese Mafia invited them to "move along",private DICK (D & D) - by invitation of LAPD Cluster Sgt. Dude Ramairez - made all things clear. And despite an aversion to mixed cuisine cases - Chinese food-Salsa PERP, spelt it out. And afterwards? There were no fortune cookies.
The "Case Autopsy", held down at the CHIPS (California Highway Patrol) sweat-box/interrogation lounge, lavishly furnised, lent to one frigid metalic table and 3 matching chairs, one wall adorned with a 2-way, partially cracked, blood smeared mirror; all that seperated a MOSH PIT of cops wanting BLOOD from Cluster Sgt. Rameirez & D & D and the PERP: "Ramon da Noodle" who, throughout, kept silent dur a previous CHIPS interrogation. And the following? It's NOT on tape. The tape machine was out on loan. Lt. O'Reilly's kids' BAR MITZVAH...but the conversation went something like this:
D&D: "...Heard U went up against Cluster Sgt. Janandez at da last "Smoker"
C-S-Ramairez: "Dude! U KNOW I can't disclose OFFICIAL Police biz. You're here as a CONSULTANT-FRICK. Cut to da frickin' straight Tamale!"
D & D chuckled. He hadn't HAD - or seen - a "straight TAMALE in 30 years, maybe longer? Still. On point? He obliged Ramairez da CLUSTER and the sweaty hordes, opt side 2-way mirror:
"...For what it's worth... I'll punt the following synopsis. SYNOPSIS -withan "S"
Police Report: (I'm an over-worked COP. Phones are frickin', Sgt Delgardo brought me the wrong Burrioto/if U don't like my report? -put me back on HOPE-central, Los Angeles Bag Patrol.
I don't give a frick. Just, next time? -bring me da right Burrioto!)
...("Ramen da Noodle.")
"Oh yeah: "Ramen da Noodle". 12 VICS. All in same 3 storey excuse/ SANTA-MONICA appartment building.. hadn't been power washed since 1963. Occupants? Mostly itinerants - Actors - all MURDERED whilst on "Welfare", killed by one Manuel Ramen Esq., originally from OXAICA (It's in Mexico/ Writer L.S.LOWRY, deceased, once visited/wrote: Under da Volcano; we think its near a beach?)
CLUSTER-SGT Ramairez - fixed "Smoker" boxing LOSER/just bought pretty new CROWN VIC, was assigned the mass-murder investigation. He found it complex...and turned it over to "PRIVY-D-DECT/Lost & Found/Missing Milk Cartons & KIDS -Detective Agency...one Mr "D & D."
Police Report: "Are ya - "Belch!" - wiv me so far?"
Look thru any window? From a mansion to a shack? A shack of despair, sparsely decorated with lonesome Icons, a Rosary, a crucifix in da window? Or a mansion, landscaped, luxiourious, yet bereft of emotion, of Love? SANTA MONICA dwellings canvas both.
At the HAPPY DUMPLING appartment block - obviously once owned by Chinese immigrants before the Armenian, Jewish, or Chinese Mafia invited them to "move along",private DICK (D & D) - by invitation of LAPD Cluster Sgt. Dude Ramairez - made all things clear. And despite an aversion to mixed cuisine cases - Chinese food-Salsa PERP, spelt it out. And afterwards? There were no fortune cookies.
The "Case Autopsy", held down at the CHIPS (California Highway Patrol) sweat-box/interrogation lounge, lavishly furnised, lent to one frigid metalic table and 3 matching chairs, one wall adorned with a 2-way, partially cracked, blood smeared mirror; all that seperated a MOSH PIT of cops wanting BLOOD from Cluster Sgt. Rameirez & D & D and the PERP: "Ramon da Noodle" who, throughout, kept silent dur a previous CHIPS interrogation. And the following? It's NOT on tape. The tape machine was out on loan. Lt. O'Reilly's kids' BAR MITZVAH...but the conversation went something like this:
D&D: "...Heard U went up against Cluster Sgt. Janandez at da last "Smoker"
C-S-Ramairez: "Dude! U KNOW I can't disclose OFFICIAL Police biz. You're here as a CONSULTANT-FRICK. Cut to da frickin' straight Tamale!"
D & D chuckled. He hadn't HAD - or seen - a "straight TAMALE in 30 years, maybe longer? Still. On point? He obliged Ramairez da CLUSTER and the sweaty hordes, opt side 2-way mirror:
"...For what it's worth... I'll punt the following synopsis. SYNOPSIS -withan "S"
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