Aloha — Part I
I needed a holiday. Everyone says they do, and in my case, it happened to be true, so I did something about it. The name’s Johnny Rocket, and I’m a PI. At least, thats what it says on the door I rent.
I sat in my office, looking over the days racing form. Nothing to write home about. I had a T-bill to play and it was burning a hole in my suit. File Put Contents in the first to show maybe. I put my Camel down long enough to grab for the phone to let my bookie know, when my door opened, and she walked in. A short drink of water with blond hair. The kind of dame that will lead you to nothing but problems, and I couldn’t wait to follow.
“Whats the deal, sweetheart?” I said drinking her in. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. No matter. I was having whatever she was selling.
“Um….are you ready to go to the airport?”
So that was her game. The Airport was a two-bit gin-joint about an hour out of town. I had been there before. Nothing good ever came out of it. I couldn’t figure out why a bird like this needed to go such places, but I played along. (more…)