The Chilean Hawk - A Serial Detective Story - Part 1

She was eating a bowl of Fruity Pebbles when she walked through the door to my office. Her blonde hair was all blondish. She had more curves on her than a chopstick. Well, sometimes the end of a chopstick is curvy. And she had two major curves, the upper and the lower. That was her alright, Mallmsy Qualls, and she sort of looked pissed. "Mallsmy, honey. What can I do for you?", I inquired jauntily to lighten her mood. "Don't honey me, you son of a bitch. We haven't dated for 10 years.", She cursed at me. "Sorry Mallm, what'da ya need?", I replied more coolly. "It's my husband, Ralphie, he's missing. I need your help to find him.", she put her bowl down on my desk right next to my 'Jeremy McAllister, Detective' sign. The spoon flipped out of the bowl springing a pebble onto the green blotter covering most of the hardwood top. She had attitude. I remembered why we weren't together anymore. She was too independent for me. "And why should I do that?", I raised my eyebrows. "Because you owe me.", she snapped. "I owe you, do I? And why is that?", I folded my arms. "Because you ran over my Cat.", she sobbed a little. "Oh yeah, I always did like your daughter. Sorry about that. Alright I'll help", I said exasperated. I looked in her eyes. They were dark and unkind. Something wasn't right with this situation. Not right at all. I put my hand in my pocket and carressed my Colt 45.

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