Gennaro Saggio woke up Monday morning almost dreading going to work, He mused, 'Three months and two cases. This P.I. stuff is for the birds. One more week of nothing and I'm calling Captain Paris to get my old job back.'
Gennaro's first case as a P.I. was a woman who thought her husband was cheating on her. Three weeks of tailing the guy and all he ever did was leave his primary job and hit a neighborhood bar to have a couple drinks. If Gennaro was a gambling man, he'd have bet the drinks
Part 1 - Not The Only One Targeted
Monday
Gennaro Saggio was starting his fourth month as a private detective. Disillusioned with the job, poor prospects and even poorer actual cases, he gave himself one more week before he'd give it up and go back to being a police detective.
Then the phone rang.
"Gennaro Saggio Investigations, how can I help you?"
"I think someone wants to kill me."
"You should probably go to the police about this."
"I did. They blew me off.
Detective Saggio has become a private investigator. His latest client believes he has a target on his back. Will this case pull him back onto the police force?
I’m in, just waiting for someone to send suggestions to my story. I wonder who that could be, @Valkyrie?
I might have to write another one. A talking tiger that hawks cereal, that’s pretty original, right? Maybe I’ll even get Thurl Ravenscroft to record the audio version. I hear he’s grrrrreeeattt!
I did karaoke once. It wasn't anything like this. I guess that's what I get for doing it at a timeshare resort lounge. Elton John's 'Your Song' if anybody's curious. My daughter, who was probably six at the time, sang 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.' I believe it was May.
I've been to France a number of times. Paris once, suburbs thrice. Never hit a gay bar. Although I did smile and nod at a naked man in a sauna once. My result was waaaaaay better than Liam's.