February 6 'Build baby build', says PM as he sets out nuclear plan
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Ruk the disco detective kicked up a swirl of ash and
wondered why the pathologist had asked him to meet in the Old Dog and Patridge they
were already seeing more than enough of each other, working together on the
case, they hardly needed to arrange a play date. Ruk called the pathologist PM,
but couldn’t remember what the M stood for, Micheal seemed the most likely, but
too much time had passed now to ask.
Another incident, this time in an old school, he felt no
closer to understanding why. The case had brought seven bodies now, cinders
that never got to the ball, all on Friday 1st, the significance of
which was still unknown. Each body had been captioned, ‘C’mon baby light my
fire’ being the first and best so far. The killer might have a flair for presentation
but lacked breadth of references.
PM had pulled the Lego blocks from the throat of the first
two victims, with the later blocks simply being in the mouth, like obscene hungry
hippos, perhaps the killer was getting tired, or perhaps something else, maybe
nothing. That’s the thing in this business thought Ruk, everything could be a breakthrough
or nothing at all.
Repeat to fade.
“You know that Jim Morrison line? No one gets out of here
alive?” PM said as Ruk sat, he was drinking Port and Brandy, Ruk would have to
wait for a suitable moment to get himself a drink.
“I saw the movie, Val Kilmer yeah?”
PM smiled, a little too wide, sweating. A chemical smell
came from him.
“Maybe, maybe not, but
everyone still talks about him, immortality isn’t it, isn’t that a thing to aim
for in life?”
Ruk realised what was about to happen just in time and made
the headlines again, the hero we needed once more.
Encore.
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