Sinister: The Case Of the Runaway Thread : Part 8

[Desmond Torpey]

The evening air grew chillier as Comaboy hurried along
34th Street and he dug his hands further into the
pockets of his battered old duffel coat. The purple
flashing neon lights of Honeys Bar stung his eyes as
he approached. They should never have let that cowboy
firm of decorators 'Jenowls' do the interior design.
Even the toilet water now had a sickly purple hue.
Comaboy paused at a nearby newspaper stand to pick up
the latest Sinidigest and was greeted by shocking
developments.

***EVIL CHU GANG STRIKE AGAIN IN TREE-SEX HORROR***

The grip of evil Dr Chu on this fair city tightened
again last week as the villanous gang turned their
attentions to the vice trade. Several witnesses saw
the crimnal genius mastermind posing for a series of
sickening photgraphs involving innocent shrubbery. Two
camels and an anteater were rushed to hospital after
Saturdays incident and police say they are stepping up
efforts to bring 'Don Chu' to justice....

Comaboy couldnt bring himself to read anymore. The
indie shchmindie case was still not solved and the
narrator was running out of ideas. Where was Idles
when you needed her? Fooling around with that
scoundrel Murdoch no doubt. Comaboy sighed as he
strode up to Honeys bar. He passed a drunken looking
dame sprawled on the pavement outside, muttering to
herself. "You okay?" he growled. The girl just burbled
back at him something about Honey having it in for her
and frankly being a bore. Comaboy should have known.
It was thatIsabel Lark, still hanging around after all
this time. She was one crazy lady. Sidestepping the
drunken figure,Comaboy walked into the welcoming
warmth and winked at Aunt Sadie. Sure she didnt have
much between the ears but for an old dame, she was
kinda cute. Refusing the offer of a double ribena
(Comaboy had been on the wagon for several years and
he sure as hell wasnt gonna star again now) he stuck
with his usual gin and went to sit by the window. It
was a Tuesday so Sam was back on the piano, banging
out 'We Rule The School' with those crazy crutches of
his. Comaboy sat back and reflected on the whole
situation. Honey was still holed up in France, Idles
hadnt been seen in days and the evil Chu gang was
growing every day. What was needed was another
appearance from V-Bird. She seemed to know what was
going on in a cryptic round about kind of way, and
that hampster of hers still owed him $25. Comaboys
daydreaming was cut short as the whole bar seemed to
go silent. He looked round and was greeted by a
disturbing sight. That slinky walk, that can of Red
Bull permanantly being swigged.It could only be one
person. The whole of Honeys bar seemed frozen to the
spot. Comaboy prayed for a miracle....

TO BE CONTINUED...

PS : I had a lovely time at the picnic on Saturday
even if i didnt say much. Thanks to stevie trousers
for making sure i didnt get lost on the way home :)

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