“Partners In Crime”- Episode 2 (Part Two) (My Day In A Short Noir)


She’d just stepped inside, after leaning on the brick wall, ascertaining the safety of her mission. She concluded that there was none to be had and she continued on anyway. She knew she was on the eight-ball, but an ace never gives up and she never blows off.

She had just run into the Dog, and when I say Dog, I mean just that. They had just made eye contact and she knew instantly what he wanted. He wanted… to play.

We’ll call him Gibbs.

Gibbs was the sort of Dog you had to watch out for, a kind of Bruno we’ll say. Tough guy. Sure he acted playful, jumping around and having a grand ol’ time. But she wasn’t fooled. He was the kind of Dog who’d wag his tail for any regular Joe or Jane who came around.


Yet she couldn’t deny, there was just something about this little guy. Something that drew her to him, something… dangerous. It may have had something to do with the strange puddle in the corner, but as soon as she leashed him up and sent him running, he went, if you know what I mean.

She already knew he was the kind of bruno who cleaned up after himself, if you catch my drift, but it wasn’t until the sly little guy tried to bring his dirty business back inside that she stepped down her fancy toe shoes and said, “Nuh-uh, buster. You ain’t bringin’ that back in here.”

Too bad she’d already been fooled and tried to take it out of his mouth, thinking it was just another lump of dirt.


This guy was sly. Gibbs had it written all over him. Cute as a button, suave, the kind of charming mutt a lady could fall for, if she wasn’t careful. She knew she needed a break. So she steps out to put on her disguise, stand on the bridge in the rain, overlooking the river. This is how she does her best thinking. In silhouette, dressed as a man, leaning against a lamppost. Under thunderclouds.


She knew she had a decision to make. She was too far in, too deep in her disguise and her lies to back out now. There were mysteries to solve, but she couldn’t turn her back on him. What kind of Dog was Gibbs that could act all playful one moment, and turn around and bump off a Pooh Bear Slipper without remorse? Sure it was in an unprovoked fit of passion, the urge to play triumphed over his self-control and an innocent Pooh paid the price. But she couldn’t risk bringing him in, she couldn’t risk being… discovered.

Her only other option was to work with him.

The song and dance begins. Before she knows it, she and Gibbs are running together, hot on the trail.

Or should I say, hot on the “tail”

Ha. Ha.


*** To Be Continued… ***



“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.”

-Richard Bach


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