The Quest for Answers in End of Time Street Episode 6
Previously: Detective Inspector Enn Crusted was left dangling by one hand from a bannister forty feet above certain death, abandoned by his Sergeant, Olive Major, who had fled in terror from the gigantic Brute who had so casually pitched her Boss to his doom, she now sat in a small café, uncertain as to what to do next; Read on:
Meanwhile, by dint of his years of Callisthenics, Judo, Gymnastics and Escapology, it took Crusted but a moment to perform a back-somersault and land nimbly on the other side of the bannister; he glanced around, his laser-eyes satisfying him that his attacker was gone - he felt he really had to hand it to his quick-witted assistant who had shown great pluck by distracting the Fiend and drawing him away, indeed, he would recommend her for a gallantry medal when this case was solved - slowly, Crusted pushed open the green door and entered the Beast's lair, his nose crinkling at the acrid aroma of cummingtonite, his torch picking out the Monster's gallery of Page 3 Girls that were the obvious stimulation for his handiwork, and the DI wondered if he was a kind of King Kong searching for his own Fay Wray, but "pah!"pseudo-psychological musings were not for this Man of Action and he thought again of DS Major – perhaps Cupid's arrow had struck him, for he now felt something different from his usual disdain, was Marj becoming a love-interest for him? she was perhaps a little too literate, something of a literose, in fact, but don't opposites attract, like magnetic poles? or Czechs and Poles? or Noughts and Crosses? without noticing the dead body sprawled on a blood-soaked sofa, he sat down heavily on it's arm – the sofa's, not the corpse's – and took out his phone, quickly entering the Sergeant's number: "DS Olive Major," she said, "is that you, Guv?" her normally husky voice now breathless but also sounding relieved to receive a call from the DI's phone, although she was dreading to hear a strange voice, perhaps someone who had found him impaled on the spiked railings far beneath where she had left him hanging about: "Marj, it's me, DS Crusted," it was his voice, her heart skipped a beat and hopped about on the table, "I want to thank you for saving my life, how about dinner tonight at that narrow-boat, the Italian restaurant in Little Venice, remember? what's it called, Borgia's? the one where we nabbed that murderous chef who poisoned all those diners? it seems his sister Lucrezia's taken it over, got it back in business, so, as it's thanks to us that she's been able to inherit it, we could maybe call in a favour? what do you say?" and he glanced to his left, saw the staring, sightless eyes, the near severed neck and the blood-drenched frock and his scream so frightened Major that she dropped her phone and saw it smash to smithereens on the floor! what should she do now? well, really, she should hurry back to see if the Giant had returned and was trying to batter him to death, or summon back-up and wait till they had secured the crime-scene, or alternatively, she could finish her coffee and perhaps have another; put yourself in her shoes – what would YOU do in such a delicate situation? answers on the back of a stamp to QQ, but to find out what really happened next, wait for Episode 7 of this Ghastly Tale.