A Frank Koenig short from a few months ago. Hope you enjoy it.
Frank’s partner, Carl Gibson, had a large waistband and chubby cheeks, with his hair cut into a dirty blond flattop. He wore a cheap Sears and Roebuck suit with a white shirt and a chocolate striped tie. He always smelled of Aqua Velva.
Carl sat behind the wheel of his new De Soto, a pale green De Luxe Business Coupe, and Frank occupied the passenger’s seat, staring out the window.
He and Frank hadn’t been partners long. They worked out of the Major Case Squad and had caught a call that morning.
“Did you check out the name of the lady filing the complaint?” said Carl as he drove.
Frank shook his head.
“Didn’t you wonder why we’re handling a stolen car? Does that sound like a major case to you? Sure doesn’t to me. Should be uniforms handling it, but they’re not. They kicked it up to us.”
Frank…
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Mark T. Conard 