The new and improved.
Some writing for you guys. =)
It was your typical Tuesday down in Ft. Lauderdale. Van Baldwin was laid back in his chair, his office dark and gloomy besides the few ray of Florida sunshine that peeped though the closed blinds. On the desk laid his name plate “Van Baldwin Private Eye” covered in a layer of dust, next to it was an old revolver and an almost empty bottle of whisky. Van’s blood shot eyes tried to focus in on the clock hanging on the wall, “Its 10am fuck me.” He muttered as his shaky arm picked up the whisky bottle and chugged the rest of it down.
Van pulled himself out of his chair and stood up. It took him to get his balance to walk over to the bathroom. Placing his hand on the side of the sink Van held himself up to look in the mirror. His face was covered in stubble as he couldn’t remember the last time he shaved. He turned the sink on and started to splash his face, his dark baggy eyes stared back at him in the mirror as he ran water in his hair slicking it back. Van tried to remember what happened the night before as he looked at his shirt in the mirror, it was wrinkled beyond belief and coved in puke and a few burn holes. His hands dug around in his pocket finding his pack of cigarettes. “God damn it” he cursed as he lit his last cigarette.
Van closed his eyes as he took a large puff. He remembered the good old days. It was about one year ago when he was still working for the Miami PD as a respected Homicide Investigator. Now he was some nobody private eye, who couldn’t even get a simple trill from a case. Van walked back to his desk, his mind wandering to how he was going to pay rent for this shit whole office/apartment. His eyes look down at his revolver; it was a classic S&W 686. It had been there for Van since he started his job for the Miami PD, only once did he fire it. He could remember that night as if it happened the other day. The air was dry and stenches in blood, he stood in a puddle of blood that ran out of a young woman, she was only 26 her body was ripped apart as if a little kid ripped open his presents on Christmas morning. Her face frozen in fear as her body laid in its own organs. It was like so many others he had seen before, the sick deeds of a twisted serial killer. That’s when Van saw him, standing down the hall with a large bloody grin stretched across his face. A fresh beating heart in his hand as he started to run out the back door. Van chased him down to an ally pulling out his revolver, his finger pulled with all his might as he pulled back the trigger, the sound of the hammer hitting the bullet ringed in his ears. The bullet ran though the air only to skim across the targets arm, the target who managed to get away.
Van Figured he could catch a pretty good deal for it down at the Pawn shop to help pay for the month’s rent. He had already sold most of his stuff to barley keep afloat. His rarely got jobs and they where nothing big most of the time, he was use to the typical rich husband and cheating wife scene.
Van jumped slightly as his door flew open, the burring drag on his cigarette fell onto his lap burning his jeans.. In the doorway stood a sharp dressed man, the suit had to at least cost a few grand. Though the man in the suit wasn’t, he had to be in his mid forties, balding and over weight. Van could only think to himself not another one.
“Mr. Baldwin?” the man asked walking into the room.
Van placed his revoler back on the desk, “Yes I am Van Baldwin, and you would be?” Van said as he got up to shake the man’s hand.
“The name is Shanks, Henry Shanks.” Henry said as he gripped Van’s hand tightly and shook it.
“Well welcome Mr. Shanks, how can I help you today?”
“It’s my wife…”
“And you think she is cheating on you?” sighed Van, he was right again.
“No, no not at all, I think someone is after her.” Van could see Henry’s body starting to shiver about the fact.
Van rummaged around his desk looking for a pen and paper but only managed to find a broken pencil and used napkin. “Now what would someone want your wife for.” His mind set on kidnapping, this man did look like he had some big pockets.
“I’m not quite sure, I just know my wife has been lucky to escape two attacks and our alarm has gone off multiple times.” Henry said as he bit his lip in fear.
“Well sir, I think you came to the right place.” Van smiled, his tainted yellow teeth showing. “From what you have said it sounds like failed attempts to kidnap your wife.”
“I have one thing to ask you Mr. Baldwin, do you have the skills I need for this case?” Henry’s tone of voice became much more serious. His body stopped shaking and he gained control of himself. Van could see how this guy made money in the world. “Because you sure don’t look like it”
“I don’t think you will find another private eye as good as me, I use to work for the Miami PD. I was one of their top Homicide Investigator. Though I should ask, why haven’t you confronted the cops about this issue?”
“Cops, hell I already seen them they couldn’t do squat, but I like you kid.” Henry said as he pulled out his gold money clip from his pocket. He had to have a good $5,000 on him. “Here is $500, should be enough for you to clean up a bit and start on this.” He also pulled out a business card handing it to Van.
“Also Mr. Shanks, I would recommend getting a body guard. I know someone if you need it.”
“Have him give me a call, now Mr. Baldwin I have some business matters to attend to so I must leave. Give me a call once you get something.”
“Will do Mr. Shanks” Van said as Henry walked out of the room. Van looked down at the business card to be shocked, “Henry Shanks CEO of World Corp.” Van figured he was rich but World Corp. was the biggest transporter in the world, and he had to be one of the richest men in Ft. Lauderdale. It seemed that Van’s luck had gone too the good said. He had a rich employer and an exciting case, Van checked his pockets looking for a cigarette but only to remember that he had smoked his last one. “Shit, guess that cig is gonna have to wait.” Van said as he fumbled for his phone.
Yes you read right, Beating is back, new and improved. =)
It was your typical Tuesday down in Ft. Lauderdale. Van Baldwin was laid back in his chair, his office dark and gloomy besides the few ray of Florida sunshine that peeped though the closed blinds. On the desk laid his name plate “Van Baldwin Private Eye” covered in a layer of dust, next to it was an old revolver and an almost empty bottle of whisky. Van’s blood shot eyes tried to focus in on the clock hanging on the wall, “Its 10am fuck me.” He muttered as his shaky arm picked up the whisky bottle and chugged the rest of it down.
Van pulled himself out of his chair and stood up. It took him to get his balance to walk over to the bathroom. Placing his hand on the side of the sink Van held himself up to look in the mirror. His face was covered in stubble as he couldn’t remember the last time he shaved. He turned the sink on and started to splash his face, his dark baggy eyes stared back at him in the mirror as he ran water in his hair slicking it back. Van tried to remember what happened the night before as he looked at his shirt in the mirror, it was wrinkled beyond belief and coved in puke and a few burn holes. His hands dug around in his pocket finding his pack of cigarettes. “God damn it” he cursed as he lit his last cigarette.
Van closed his eyes as he took a large puff. He remembered the good old days. It was about one year ago when he was still working for the Miami PD as a respected Homicide Investigator. Now he was some nobody private eye, who couldn’t even get a simple trill from a case. Van walked back to his desk, his mind wandering to how he was going to pay rent for this shit whole office/apartment. His eyes look down at his revolver; it was a classic S&W 686. It had been there for Van since he started his job for the Miami PD, only once did he fire it. He could remember that night as if it happened the other day. The air was dry and stenches in blood, he stood in a puddle of blood that ran out of a young woman, she was only 26 her body was ripped apart as if a little kid ripped open his presents on Christmas morning. Her face frozen in fear as her body laid in its own organs. It was like so many others he had seen before, the sick deeds of a twisted serial killer. That’s when Van saw him, standing down the hall with a large bloody grin stretched across his face. A fresh beating heart in his hand as he started to run out the back door. Van chased him down to an ally pulling out his revolver, his finger pulled with all his might as he pulled back the trigger, the sound of the hammer hitting the bullet ringed in his ears. The bullet ran though the air only to skim across the targets arm, the target who managed to get away.
Van Figured he could catch a pretty good deal for it down at the Pawn shop to help pay for the month’s rent. He had already sold most of his stuff to barley keep afloat. His rarely got jobs and they where nothing big most of the time, he was use to the typical rich husband and cheating wife scene.
Van jumped slightly as his door flew open, the burring drag on his cigarette fell onto his lap burning his jeans.. In the doorway stood a sharp dressed man, the suit had to at least cost a few grand. Though the man in the suit wasn’t, he had to be in his mid forties, balding and over weight. Van could only think to himself not another one.
“Mr. Baldwin?” the man asked walking into the room.
Van placed his revoler back on the desk, “Yes I am Van Baldwin, and you would be?” Van said as he got up to shake the man’s hand.
“The name is Shanks, Henry Shanks.” Henry said as he gripped Van’s hand tightly and shook it.
“Well welcome Mr. Shanks, how can I help you today?”
“It’s my wife…”
“And you think she is cheating on you?” sighed Van, he was right again.
“No, no not at all, I think someone is after her.” Van could see Henry’s body starting to shiver about the fact.
Van rummaged around his desk looking for a pen and paper but only managed to find a broken pencil and used napkin. “Now what would someone want your wife for.” His mind set on kidnapping, this man did look like he had some big pockets.
“I’m not quite sure, I just know my wife has been lucky to escape two attacks and our alarm has gone off multiple times.” Henry said as he bit his lip in fear.
“Well sir, I think you came to the right place.” Van smiled, his tainted yellow teeth showing. “From what you have said it sounds like failed attempts to kidnap your wife.”
“I have one thing to ask you Mr. Baldwin, do you have the skills I need for this case?” Henry’s tone of voice became much more serious. His body stopped shaking and he gained control of himself. Van could see how this guy made money in the world. “Because you sure don’t look like it”
“I don’t think you will find another private eye as good as me, I use to work for the Miami PD. I was one of their top Homicide Investigator. Though I should ask, why haven’t you confronted the cops about this issue?”
“Cops, hell I already seen them they couldn’t do squat, but I like you kid.” Henry said as he pulled out his gold money clip from his pocket. He had to have a good $5,000 on him. “Here is $500, should be enough for you to clean up a bit and start on this.” He also pulled out a business card handing it to Van.
“Also Mr. Shanks, I would recommend getting a body guard. I know someone if you need it.”
“Have him give me a call, now Mr. Baldwin I have some business matters to attend to so I must leave. Give me a call once you get something.”
“Will do Mr. Shanks” Van said as Henry walked out of the room. Van looked down at the business card to be shocked, “Henry Shanks CEO of World Corp.” Van figured he was rich but World Corp. was the biggest transporter in the world, and he had to be one of the richest men in Ft. Lauderdale. It seemed that Van’s luck had gone too the good said. He had a rich employer and an exciting case, Van checked his pockets looking for a cigarette but only to remember that he had smoked his last one. “Shit, guess that cig is gonna have to wait.” Van said as he fumbled for his phone.
Yes you read right, Beating is back, new and improved. =)