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At the Pyramid (Blogophilia 31.6, Part 4 of the 1st 48 parody)

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Thirty Six hours into the 1st 48, Sgts. Farthing and Sullens are no closer to closing the homicide case of Ronald Duck, found in a heap on Beale St. Sullens puts in a call to Lt. Slezak, head of the Vice squad, asking if he was aware of anyone fitting the description of the suspect. They do a check in the records and come up with a couple of possible suspects.  One of them goes by the street name Age.  He's known to spend time in blues clubs and in the casinos down in Mississippi. Sullens looks him up in the database. Christopher Mitchell, also known as A.G.E. is a former government employee with prior misdemeanor convictions for shoplifting adult toys and solicitation.  Originally from Georgia, he has been in the Memphis are for the last several years, drifting in and out of homelessness.   Slezak provides Sullens with the last known address.  "There's the Big Bad Wolf. Hmmm.....Active warrants for Lewd Behavior.  Oh, he drives a taxi.  Excellent.  I gue

Vineyard

Hate Anger Death, the stock in trade Of  data purveyors online Bleeding leads Body rot and moulder Titillating the  baser instincts Pain Power Over flocks and herds Who's existence is only Creating imaginary wealth From the ashes of Trees and rubble of the ground Comes now Is the vineyard keeper What will be His reaction When instead of vines Breaking with fruit Sees only desert twigs. 

Homeless (Blogophilia 30.6)

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In the Memphis Homicide of Ronald Duck, found bludgeoned on Beale St... Sgt. Sullens and Farthing go the last known address of Duck, a homeless shelter located behind the Stax recording studio.  The manager, Mr. Sole, is a volunteer and is dressed in his mailman's uniform ready to go to his other job when they arrive.  Sullens shows Sole Duck's picture and he recognizes him immediately.  He states that Duck had been evicted from the shelter four days ago after being caught playing with a rubber duck.  The manager gives the detectives an emergency contact, a cousin named Si Robertson in West Monroe, LA, about 200 miles away. [Montage of the full moon rising over Police Headquarters] Back at the office, Brick calls the number provided for Si. "Is this Si Robertson?" "Yeah. What about it? " "This is Detective Brick from Memphis Homicide.  Do you know a Ronald Duck?" "That fool?  He was one of my decoys until I fired him for

September

A September day. So long ago Time stood still World changed before our eyes Violent rape of our souls And the blaming still goes on Who won? No one. Not even the ashes are left As the fire is in their pit now They want to give it back In the endless struggle for power, We all are burned.

At the Orpheum (Blogophilia 29.6)

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[Montage of the sun rising red over the Mississippi River, giving a slight glow to the bridges and the Pyramid] A few hours later, Sullens and Brick arrive at the Orpheum Theater to meet with the manager. As they walk through the lobby towards the office, he explains that the decedant, Mr. Kaye, came into the theater for the 8:00PM show.  As he entered, other patrons began to complain about his companion's clothing falling off. What appeared to be a slender blonde woman in an orange Speedo type swimsuit was actually a blow up marital aid.  Since there were minor children attending this showing, Theater Security asked Kaye to leave.   They follow the manager into the office to review surveillance system.  As it turned out, the cameras covering the sidewalk outside the facility had malfunctioned and there was no recording of the incident.   Disappointed, the two Detectives began to canvass the sidewalks around the theater to catch anybody who had been in the area overnight

Mausoleum

This is the mausoleum Of wealth and privilege. Empty eyes on dusty objects On shelves arranged to impress. Their owners mouldering Standing on the marble floors. No spirit, no life In these rich walls. Just stuff For the children To throw out. 

Three Hours In (Blogophilia 28.6) Part 2 of an ongoing series.

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In the Memphis murder of Commander Danny Kaye, found in a pool of blood on a Beale St. sidewalk... Farthing and Sullens have returned to the office, leaving Lt. Martian to finish processing the murder scene and deal with the emotions of losing his former partner. The witness who called 911 is waiting in the interview room.  [Cut to picture of Sullens emptying the dregs from the bottom of a five hour old pot of coffee] "Mmmmm...vintage 7:30.  Just the thing to get me through the next few hours" Sullens will be joined by Det. Marianne Brick in the interview.  Brick, a seventeen year veteran of the force, grew up in the rough part of town and is known for being a no nonsense interrogator.   The Witness, Rutger Siskens, known on the internet as Ruggi, is a man from the Netherlands in town for a writers conference.  "Mr. Siskens?  How are you.  I am Sgt. Sullens and this is my colleague, Det. Brick.  We need to ask you a few questions about what went on tonigh