It’s Late, it’s Noir

It’s Late, it’s Noir

I flew in from a week south of the border the other night and took the long drive home. Waiting in my messages were a couple of odd ones. Burtis, Bond and Groom making unreasonabled demands.
I was going to ignore it, not let these three jokers push me around. I am not on the payroll. I’ve already missed the first deadline.
But there is something that catches my imagination. Something starts to hook In to my thoughts. Nagging at the back of my mind.
I pour a glass and start thinking. Burtis sounds like she is in charge. Bond laying back dark and mysterious taking over when needed. Groom slipping on and off the dial, a bit flaky hard to say if it’s an act?
Of course they are asking too much. They always do. They’ve laid out a web of links, suggestions, clues to nothing and nowhere. I’ve been doing this too long to just tag along. I’ve got my own methods. I’ll look around in my own way. Check the margins see what shakes out. I am a week behind, but then, this stuff isn’t going anywhere fast…