detective story - part 8

Part 8 – On a Sunday evening

On a sunday evening. I was relieved to get the dough by Madame Flauntine. With this, i ordered a table for 2, with seaside view, and birds of paradise as a gift for Lilliane.

I'm gonna take a break, till my next case turns up. “Riiing, Riiing,....” goes the ancient phone. Who is it at this hour?

“Hello, Sticky here.” i picked it up.
Its Miss Purple. She’s organizing a charity party, and invited me to attend. Though I still cant bear myself to see her together with her boyfriend, NigeR, I cant reject her personal invitation.
“Ok, I’ll be there.” And bought some lottery/lucky draw tickets. Its peanuts compared to the amount of money I’ve spent in casinos and buying lottery tickets and 4 D’s.

Putting down the phone, I was lazing on the sofa when, “Riiing, Riiing,....” goes the ancient phone again. Who can it be this time?

“Hello….”I spoke impatiently.
“Bonsoir, Monsieur Sticky, i'm Eve calling from Princess Bank,” replied a sweet voice. Ah, my friendly banker.
“Bonsoir, mademoiselle Eve.” I adjusted my tone to courteous mode.
“Your current account is overdrawn, please bank in 1,000 pounds before 9am monday morning.”
“Ok. Thanks. How about lunch on.... ? “ I ventured for the umpteenth time.
“Merci. Bonne Nuit.” Click. “tuuuut....” the phone went dead. I suppressed a french curse. Must i have 200,000 pounds to put in to Princess Bank fixed deposit before i can meet her ? You wait long long, my inner voice told me.

Anyway, i'm not gonna let it spoil my mood. I fixed myself a cup of hot Olim, recommended by my cardiac, Countess Yvonne, as she said it makes me strong and healthy, and put on the headphones to listen to Beyond's “Wide Sea, Open sky”, and play my strip mahjong with the computer. This is the best i can make of the pathetic life of a private investigator.

Note : Bonsoir = good evening
Merci = Thank You
Bonne Nuit = good night

Coming up next, Case #2, stay tuned….kekeke… ;-)