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Post by Chris on Jun 4, 2007 15:54:58 GMT -5
Well, I'm stumped.  I think we need some more contributors. We had lots at the beginning--what happened? I can tell you what happened to me. I got stumped a long time ago.  Too bad, I would love to play but I simply don't know what to write, I have no imagination at all. I hope however that you will keep on with the story it's very funny and I would be sad if I never found out what really went on with Glen and Terry ;D Take care and kepp smiling - Chris  |
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Post by rducasey on Jun 4, 2007 16:28:36 GMT -5
Well, I'm stumped. I think we need some more contributors. We had lots at the beginning--what happened? I have to confess I am enjoying reading it, but I seem to just not have the imagination for it. I am afraid of throwing it in the wrong direction. I know, I know I know, that is the point to take it in the direction you want, but I guess I am afraid others have a course for it, and I might blow it. " who knows". I will give it a try again soon. "I promise" |
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Post by hoosier on Jun 4, 2007 17:52:15 GMT -5
Chapter Three Jim leaned back in his chair, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I don't know, Boss, everything we got so far is leading us nowhere in a hurry. We think we might have finally found something but..." he threw his hands up in frustation..."truth is, we got nothing." "So, the visit to the ME came up empty?" "The only thing not empty was a bottle of Terry's blood. But a blood source and the DNA under Glen's nails..." Jim shrugged, "doesn't add up. Nah, we're missing something...hey, Karen, you run that knife dealer through the system?" "Yeah, he's got some priors." "So, we like him for the homicide?" asked Fisk. "I guess," said Karen. "What do you think, Jim?" "We should look into him, but..." "Uh, oh," muttered Karen. She watched Jim lean forward, plant his elbows on the desk, then rest his chin on his hands. He began to chew his bottom lip. Karen recognized the body language. Jim was in full thinking mode, which usually meant that the case was about to take a sharp right off Probability Highway. She waited impatiently for him to say something else because, however improbable Jim's theories seemed initially, they often proved accurate. "Jim, what's up? Are we barking up the wrong tree on this one?" Karen finally asked.
"If Terry was so afraid of doctors, then who drew the blood?" He rubbed his chin absent-mindedly.
"Glynnis. He obviously trusts her."
Jim shrugged, turning his chair toward her. "But to keep it at the ME's office? And only one bottle? If he had been wounded, he would have needed more than one unit of blood. Plus, blood has a shelf-life. It can't be stored indefinitely and we have no idea how long ago it was drawn."
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Post by Duchess of Lashes on Jun 4, 2007 18:51:57 GMT -5
Chapter Three Jim leaned back in his chair, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I don't know, Boss, everything we got so far is leading us nowhere in a hurry. We think we might have finally found something but..." he threw his hands up in frustation..."truth is, we got nothing." "So, the visit to the ME came up empty?" "The only thing not empty was a bottle of Terry's blood. But a blood source and the DNA under Glen's nails..." Jim shrugged, "doesn't add up. Nah, we're missing something...hey, Karen, you run that knife dealer through the system?" "Yeah, he's got some priors." "So, we like him for the homicide?" asked Fisk. "I guess," said Karen. "What do you think, Jim?" "We should look into him, but..." "Uh, oh," muttered Karen. She watched Jim lean forward, plant his elbows on the desk, then rest his chin on his hands. He began to chew his bottom lip. Karen recognized the body language. Jim was in full thinking mode, which usually meant that the case was about to take a sharp right off Probability Highway. She waited impatiently for him to say something else because, however improbable Jim's theories seemed initially, they often proved accurate. "Jim, what's up? Are we barking up the wrong tree on this one?" Karen finally asked. "If Terry was so afraid of doctors, then who drew the blood?" He rubbed his chin absent-mindedly. "Glynnis. He obviously trusts her." Jim shrugged, turning his chair toward her. "But to keep it at the ME's office? And only one bottle? If he had been wounded, he would have needed more than one unit of blood. Plus, blood has a shelf-life. It can't be stored indefinitely and we have no idea how long ago it was drawn." Karen sighed. "Jim you just said that blood is one thing and DNA under Glen's finger nails is something completely different. I'm not sure I'm following you here."
It was Jim's turn to pull in a deep breath and exhale slowly. "Look, I just think that the fact that the blood and the DNA samples match...we should be looking at Terry."
"Okay, Dunbar,"Karen nodded, "but you know how that's gonna look. And if that's the case how does that exotic knife dealer figure in to all of this?"
"Think about it, Karen. If Glen frequented that park, and we know he did, and that knife dealer visited the same food vendors, Terry might have known that too." |
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Post by inuvik on Jun 8, 2007 15:33:15 GMT -5
Chapter Three Jim leaned back in his chair, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I don't know, Boss, everything we got so far is leading us nowhere in a hurry. We think we might have finally found something but..." he threw his hands up in frustation..."truth is, we got nothing." "So, the visit to the ME came up empty?" "The only thing not empty was a bottle of Terry's blood. But a blood source and the DNA under Glen's nails..." Jim shrugged, "doesn't add up. Nah, we're missing something...hey, Karen, you run that knife dealer through the system?" "Yeah, he's got some priors." "So, we like him for the homicide?" asked Fisk. "I guess," said Karen. "What do you think, Jim?" "We should look into him, but..." "Uh, oh," muttered Karen. She watched Jim lean forward, plant his elbows on the desk, then rest his chin on his hands. He began to chew his bottom lip. Karen recognized the body language. Jim was in full thinking mode, which usually meant that the case was about to take a sharp right off Probability Highway. She waited impatiently for him to say something else because, however improbable Jim's theories seemed initially, they often proved accurate. "Jim, what's up? Are we barking up the wrong tree on this one?" Karen finally asked. "If Terry was so afraid of doctors, then who drew the blood?" He rubbed his chin absent-mindedly. "Glynnis. He obviously trusts her." Jim shrugged, turning his chair toward her. "But to keep it at the ME's office? And only one bottle? If he had been wounded, he would have needed more than one unit of blood. Plus, blood has a shelf-life. It can't be stored indefinitely and we have no idea how long ago it was drawn." Karen sighed. "Jim you just said that blood is one thing and DNA under Glen's finger nails is something completely different. I'm not sure I'm following you here." It was Jim's turn to pull in a deep breath and exhale slowly. "Look, I just think that the fact that the blood and the DNA samples match...we should be looking at Terry." "Okay, Dunbar,"Karen nodded, "but you know how that's gonna look. And if that's the case how does that exotic knife dealer figure in to all of this?" "Think about it, Karen. If Glen frequented that park, and we know he did, and that knife dealer visited the same food vendors, Terry might have known that too." ************************************************** Marty and Tom were in the park talking to the doughnut vendor.
"Do you know anything about the guy who wanted the last doughnut that Glen got instead?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, I forget his name but he was from Glasgow. He always had these Scottish knives on him. I would see him sometimes cutting an apple or his sandwich with them when he had lunch in the park."
The vendor leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "And once, I saw him use a knife to separate his cocaine. He was no good, man." |
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Post by krissie on Jun 8, 2007 16:12:07 GMT -5
Oh, Inuvik! You deserve so much karma for this... both for actually for writing some more of the Round Robin and for the whole Scottish thing!  My immediate thoughts? First: what, he uses a claymore? Which was closely followed by, second, nah, don't be silly. Bet he buys imported knives from Switzerland. (Swiss Army knives are great if you're into the whole Great Outdoors thing -- and you can definitely buy 'em in Glasgow.) Krissie |
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Post by inuvik on Jun 8, 2007 16:23:02 GMT -5
Oh, Inuvik! You deserve so much karma for this... both for actually for writing some more of the Round Robin and for the whole Scottish thing! My immediate thoughts? First: what, he uses a claymore? Which was closely followed by, second, nah, don't be silly. Bet he buys imported knives from Switzerland. (Swiss Army knives are great if you're into the whole Great Outdoors thing -- and you can definitely buy 'em in Glasgow.) Krissie Thanks Krissie! I was hoping you wouldn't mind the Scottish reference. |
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Post by hoosier on Jun 8, 2007 18:21:30 GMT -5
Chapter Three Jim leaned back in his chair, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I don't know, Boss, everything we got so far is leading us nowhere in a hurry. We think we might have finally found something but..." he threw his hands up in frustation..."truth is, we got nothing." "So, the visit to the ME came up empty?" "The only thing not empty was a bottle of Terry's blood. But a blood source and the DNA under Glen's nails..." Jim shrugged, "doesn't add up. Nah, we're missing something...hey, Karen, you run that knife dealer through the system?" "Yeah, he's got some priors." "So, we like him for the homicide?" asked Fisk. "I guess," said Karen. "What do you think, Jim?" "We should look into him, but..." "Uh, oh," muttered Karen. She watched Jim lean forward, plant his elbows on the desk, then rest his chin on his hands. He began to chew his bottom lip. Karen recognized the body language. Jim was in full thinking mode, which usually meant that the case was about to take a sharp right off Probability Highway. She waited impatiently for him to say something else because, however improbable Jim's theories seemed initially, they often proved accurate. "Jim, what's up? Are we barking up the wrong tree on this one?" Karen finally asked. "If Terry was so afraid of doctors, then who drew the blood?" He rubbed his chin absent-mindedly. "Glynnis. He obviously trusts her." Jim shrugged, turning his chair toward her. "But to keep it at the ME's office? And only one bottle? If he had been wounded, he would have needed more than one unit of blood. Plus, blood has a shelf-life. It can't be stored indefinitely and we have no idea how long ago it was drawn." Karen sighed. "Jim you just said that blood is one thing and DNA under Glen's finger nails is something completely different. I'm not sure I'm following you here." It was Jim's turn to pull in a deep breath and exhale slowly. "Look, I just think that the fact that the blood and the DNA samples match...we should be looking at Terry." "Okay, Dunbar,"Karen nodded, "but you know how that's gonna look. And if that's the case how does that exotic knife dealer figure in to all of this?" "Think about it, Karen. If Glen frequented that park, and we know he did, and that knife dealer visited the same food vendors, Terry might have known that too." ************************************************** Marty and Tom were in the park talking to the doughnut vendor. "Do you know anything about the guy who wanted the last doughnut that Glen got instead?" Tom asked. "Yeah, I forget his name but he was from Glasgow. He always had these Scottish knives on him. I would see him sometimes cutting an apple or his sandwich with them when he had lunch in the park." The vendor leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "And once, I saw him use a knife to separate his cocaine. He was no good, man." The two detectives moved off, casually scanning the park as they digested this latest information.
"You think this knife guy was dealin'?" asked Marty.
"Maybe Glenn thought he was and decided to look into it. Once a cop always a cop, ya know?"
"Yeah, I know." Marty grimaced, looking at the kids and senior citizens enjoying the beautiful day with absolutely no clue as to all the s**t going on right under their noses. "So, how do ya think he's sellin the stuff?"
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Post by krissie on Jun 9, 2007 3:13:03 GMT -5
Chapter Three Jim leaned back in his chair, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I don't know, Boss, everything we got so far is leading us nowhere in a hurry. We think we might have finally found something but..." he threw his hands up in frustation..."truth is, we got nothing." "So, the visit to the ME came up empty?" "The only thing not empty was a bottle of Terry's blood. But a blood source and the DNA under Glen's nails..." Jim shrugged, "doesn't add up. Nah, we're missing something...hey, Karen, you run that knife dealer through the system?" "Yeah, he's got some priors." "So, we like him for the homicide?" asked Fisk. "I guess," said Karen. "What do you think, Jim?" "We should look into him, but..." "Uh, oh," muttered Karen. She watched Jim lean forward, plant his elbows on the desk, then rest his chin on his hands. He began to chew his bottom lip. Karen recognized the body language. Jim was in full thinking mode, which usually meant that the case was about to take a sharp right off Probability Highway. She waited impatiently for him to say something else because, however improbable Jim's theories seemed initially, they often proved accurate. "Jim, what's up? Are we barking up the wrong tree on this one?" Karen finally asked. "If Terry was so afraid of doctors, then who drew the blood?" He rubbed his chin absent-mindedly. "Glynnis. He obviously trusts her." Jim shrugged, turning his chair toward her. "But to keep it at the ME's office? And only one bottle? If he had been wounded, he would have needed more than one unit of blood. Plus, blood has a shelf-life. It can't be stored indefinitely and we have no idea how long ago it was drawn." Karen sighed. "Jim you just said that blood is one thing and DNA under Glen's finger nails is something completely different. I'm not sure I'm following you here." It was Jim's turn to pull in a deep breath and exhale slowly. "Look, I just think that the fact that the blood and the DNA samples match...we should be looking at Terry." "Okay, Dunbar,"Karen nodded, "but you know how that's gonna look. And if that's the case how does that exotic knife dealer figure in to all of this?" "Think about it, Karen. If Glen frequented that park, and we know he did, and that knife dealer visited the same food vendors, Terry might have known that too." ************************************************** Marty and Tom were in the park talking to the doughnut vendor. "Do you know anything about the guy who wanted the last doughnut that Glen got instead?" Tom asked. "Yeah, I forget his name but he was from Glasgow. He always had these Scottish knives on him. I would see him sometimes cutting an apple or his sandwich with them when he had lunch in the park." The vendor leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "And once, I saw him use a knife to separate his cocaine. He was no good, man." The two detectives moved off, casually scanning the park as they digested this latest information. "You think this knife guy was dealin'?" asked Marty. "Maybe Glenn thought he was and decided to look into it. Once a cop always a cop, ya know?" "Yeah, I know." Marty grimaced, looking at the kids and senior citizens enjoying the beautiful day with absolutely no clue as to all the s**t going on right under their noses. "So, how do ya think he's sellin the stuff?" Tom pursed his lips thoughfully for a moment, turned to look back at the donut stand. "No way" He laughed. "Way!" Marty felt his hunch firm into a solid theory. Now all he and Tom had to do was run with it until they found the facts they needed to prove it. "Think. It's perfect. The stand sells to everybody, so there's nothing suspicious about low lives hanging there, it's central, and it's big enough to stash any merchandise."
"Okay, I buy all that," Tom said. "So, now we need to find out if Glen get in the middle of a deal, or if he was simply killed for a kruller."
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Post by inuvik on Jun 10, 2007 13:36:11 GMT -5
Chapter 4
"Ok, who wants to do the park surveillance--Marty and Tom or Karen and Jim?" Fisk couldn't help snickering as he addressed the squad.
"Boss, I think this is one for Tom--we know how well he can do a Scottish accent on the phone," replied Jim. Sometimes it was best to just be straight and ignore the "blindness" jabs.
"Let's review the plan, " Marty said, for once not joining in the wisecracks. "Tom and I will hang out playing frisbee. This gives us a chance to be there all day. There's a field right by the vendors." |
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Post by Chris on Jun 10, 2007 14:14:00 GMT -5
Hey Inuvik, karma for this; "Tom and I will hang out playing frisbee. This gives us a chance to be there all day. There's a field right by the vendors." I'm trying to imagine Tom and Marty playing frisbee but I can't, it's too funny ;D - Chris |
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Post by krissie on Jun 10, 2007 15:47:21 GMT -5
Hey Inuvik, karma for this; "Tom and I will hang out playing frisbee. This gives us a chance to be there all day. There's a field right by the vendors." I'm trying to imagine Tom and Marty playing frisbee but I can't, it's too funny ;D - Chris I now have a very alarming image of Marty wearing a saggy-baggy vest top, shorts and a pair of really beat up trainers. He's bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, expending a huge amount of nervous energy ... and he's got a pair of ridiculously knobbly knees. Krissie P.S. So this is what it feels like to have posted two hundred times, eh? |
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Post by Chris on Jun 10, 2007 15:55:46 GMT -5
I'm trying to imagine Tom and Marty playing frisbee but I can't, it's too funny ;D - Chris I now have a very alarming image of Marty wearing a saggy-baggy vest top, shorts and a pair of really beat up trainers. He's bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, expending a huge amount of nervous energy ... and he's got a pair of ridiculously knobbly knees. Krissie I hope you weren't trying to help, Krissie, because the image you created definitely didn't make it any better!! ;D P.S. So this is what it feels like to have posted two hundred times, eh? Feels good, doesn't it???  Take care and keep smiling - Chris |
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Post by inuvik on Jun 14, 2007 18:10:50 GMT -5
Time for an 80's song: Don't you--da da da da--forget about me. Don't don't don't don't!  |
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Post by inuvik on Jun 19, 2007 11:19:43 GMT -5
I was the last poster, on June 10, but I hate unfinished things so:
Marty and Tom found the perp during their park surveillance. Upon being approached, he ran. Tom tackled him. He was so surprised to see a black Scottish man that he confessed. Motive? Glen did steal the donut (hey, when you are on drugs you aren't always logical). Motive for framing Terry? None, he had no idea who Terry was. How did he frame him? Once when he was snorting coke on a roof, he found a handkerchief and figured the DNA on it could be useful one day.
There. At least we now have closure!
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I think we need some more contributors. We had lots at the beginning--what happened?
