The Rainy Ripper…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Lilly snickered and shook her head. “As bad as the day has been it was a hoot watching Konan throw the notes at Rankin.” Konan finished his report and sent it off. Lilly organized her desk. Tia brought out a boxload of cases that had fallen through the cracks.

“You guys get started on one of these cases, while Rankin and Manson concentrate on the high-profile case.”

Neither Konan nor Lilly responded to her statement. They both reached into the box and pulled out several case files. Lilly looked at Konan.

“You’re gonna let her get away with throwing those batting practice pitches? What happened to the guy that was throwing case notes and verbally jousting everyone? I kinda liked him.”

“Oh, I’m still here. I figured I’d let her slide this time.”

“Well, look at you. You’re all mature now.”

“That’s me. I’m a paragon of wisdom and maturity.”

“In your mind, maybe.”

They opened files and read. Their afternoon progressed bit by bit. After spending the entire afternoon reading ‘cold files’, they left the station. Lilly nudged him as they walked to their vehicles.

“Hey,” she said. “Would you have dinner with me?”

“Sure. Where would you like to go?”

“Let’s go back to Paddy’s. I could go for a good steak.”


“You’ve driven all day today, Konan. Why don’t you ride with me?”

Konan looked at his partner, his mind raced with possibilities, scenarios, and paranoia. He stared into his partner’s eyes, they were empty of mischief and malice. Or at least, they appeared to not have any in them.

“Are you sure? You’re going to have to bring me back.”

“No problem. I just want your company.”

He climbed into the low-slung car. Lilly started her car and pulled out of the garage. She wasted no time jamming on the accelerator. Konan felt like he had taken off in the space shuttle. If normal traffic patterns held, it would take them about fifteen minutes to arrive at O’Shea’s. With Lilly driving, it took about six minutes.

Lilly whipped into the parking lot and smashed the brakes. The car slid to a stop. It was mere inches from the sidewalk. Konan relaxed his hand and let loose of the handle. He stepped out of the car and waited for his partner. Paddy was behind the bar. He nodded when Konan and Lilly walked in. He called the hostess over and had them taken to the back.

They were offered the same booth they’d occupied the last time they ate here. A black suited waiter came over and took their drink order. Konan stared at Lilly, she winked at him and looked at her menu.

“So, what’ s going on,” he asked Lilly. She smiled at him and shrugged.

“What makes you think something is going on?”

“I guess it’s the weight of the day. I kept feeling like the other shoe would drop at any time.” Lilly nodded and sighed.

“Yeah, me too. I guess this would be my way of trying to make up for last night. I knew you were upset, but…”

She searched for the words but there were none to finish her sentence. Konan waved it off.

“There’s no reason for that,” he said. “You were right. I should have manned up and dealt with my crap a long time ago. Now, we’re fired from the biggest case going, but at least I get to spend the evening with you. And… we solved a murder today.”

Lilly picked up her drink and Konan followed suit. Lilly giggled and said, “here’s to Mrs. Dennis, the porn-slayer.” Both of them laughed and took a sip of their water. Konan watched as Paddy made his rounds. He laughed with his customers, shook hands, and hugged the older women. Slowly, he made his way back to them.

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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