Stakeout Goes Awry as PI gets Absorbed in a Good Book
Wellington Leg: From the case files of Arthur Murray, Private Eye: it had to happen sooner or later. I blew a stakeout. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, what a contretemps. Yeah right. Major screwup. Four guys robbed a bank at three am while yours truly sat across the street reading a book. Excuses? Remember the lunch pail recall? My twinkies were inundated by some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Whatever happened to compartmentalization?
I was reading John Hart’s latest novel DOWN RIVER. I missed his debut KING OF LIES but I like this guy’s style. That book got a blurb from Pat Conroy and I can see why. What is about those southern boys?
Anyway the bank heist went off without a hitch which is great except it was my job to prevent the caper. Sure the Twinkie thing was a setback and I explained all that to Phineas T. Bluster, Branch Manager. I showed him my Chianti stained delicacies; yeah, that was desperate.
But I did enjoy the book. And the robbers made off with Collateralized Debt obligations; where have those guys been? Haven’t they read Allen Greenspan? Phineas is overjoyed. He couldn’t get those CDOs off his books since Merrill Lynch cut him off during a conference call.
Looks like a feather in my cap. But, hey, I’m not sure the collapse of the credit market is something I should be celebrating.
I’ve cornered the market in red Twinkies. Maybe I’ll call Merrill Lynch.