I came across wax-work.com on a routine missing persons case.
Jordan D. White had gone missing and his wife had ponied
up enough deniro to fill up more than a few bottles worth
of regret. My sources downtown had heard whispers about
the place so I figured I should check it out myself. I
only needed to take one look at the sick thinkgs the bastard
had filled the things with to realize Jordan D. White
was not a well man.
It was clear this was a person who had made a lot of enemies. Sure,
his wife played the concerned roll well, but a broad like that always
had one or two other fish on the line. I made certain to give her my
number to call if she needed anything, anything at all. A quick look
around the place didn't reveal anythign out of the ordinary, but then,
as I was leaving, I noticed little red drips going down their back
porch ot their cellar door.
There it was. That's where I found it. His dead body. Case closed.
I'd found him. But now, I'd a murder to solve.
I decided to look into his business associated. McNish and Narburgh
were partners in some kind of scam operation out of Queens. Narburgh
would bring home the serious money while McNish was in charge of laundering.
but they both had motive- White was always riding Narburgh about putting
in a contribution to the business, while McNish wanted to take over
the whole operation for himself. They were each other's alibis.
Some of the things they told me just didn't ring true and I considered
them my main suspects until, getting off the subway, I was accosted
and hit over the head.
I awoke in a stretch limo belonging to Mr. Corin, a fatcat rich off
some Hollywood money. He spent his days in charge of a gang of young
toughs in Brooklyn, but at night he made his real living selling fresh
dreams to the poor and hopeless masses. He stuck a dirty .22 in my
face and told me to keep my nose out of this wax business or he'd blow
it for me. I told him my nose wasn't running and he said it would if
it knew what was good for it. He gave me a handkerchief and promptly
ejected me from the limo onto the side of the road. I picked myself
up and dusted myself off. I hate catching other people's colds.
Lastly, I found TC makowski, a smalltime punk White had grown up with.
He'd gotten by hawking old junk as new for a while, but eventually
moved himself up in the world. He was currently riding high on a rash
of lucky breaks. Rumor had it White had found out a few of TC's dirty
little secrets, and was cashing in under the table. TC denied it, but
he suddenly remembered another engagement around that time and I found
myself back out on the street.
I had them all meet me back at the wax-work - the two partners, the
rich Jew, the lucky one, and White's broad. They all said they didn't
know what I was playing at. I told them I knew who was behind White's
death. I pointed to Corin. He denied it of course, but they all knew
White had claimed credit for Corins recent windfall. Corin leapt at
me... So I shot him. When the police showed up we all told them what
happened, and they took away the body.
TC's luck finally changed when he got busted for tax fraud and wound
up in the pen. Narburgh and McNish continued their partnership until
the families caught wind of the operation and put a stop to it. As
for Mrs. White, she was so appreciative for me pinning her crime on
Corin that we started a partnership of our own. It went pretty well
until the incident in the kitchen with the knife.