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Mike Faricy
 
Mr. Swirlee
 
 
 
 
 
To Teresa
 
“The pretty girl took the soldier’s hand, and for the first time, in a very, very long time, he felt safe.”
 
Mike Faricy
 
Mr. Swirlee: Case 2
 
 
 
 
Chapter One
 
“What did they do?”
Mr. Swirlee screamed, his bald head immediately went from beet red to dark purple. “You idiot. Did you hear anything I said? They tried to kill me for God’s sake.”
His real name was Weldon Swirlmann. Although he insisted I call him Mr. Swirlee. Screaming made him even more red-faced than normal. His crimson face was propped up on the pile of starched white hospital pillows. Blips on the monitor screens arranged alongside his bed jumped accordingly with every outburst.
“I’m telling ya, they wanted to murder me. Only those brats showing up on their bikes stopped things from getting any worse.”
“What did the police say?” I asked.
“The cops, you gotta be kidding. You think I trust them? They were probably in on the deal, the bastards,” he screamed.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. One of the monitors had now switched to alarm mode.
“Oh, these goddamned things.” He reached up to yank the cord out of the monitor.
The young woman introduced to me as Lola sat up just a little straighter in the vinyl visitor’s chair near the end of his bed. Using my acquired skills as a private investigator I deduced she was Mr. Swirlee’s daughter. She adjusted her blouse with both hands, pinched the cream-colored silk between thumb and forefinger just above her belt line then tugged.
Each one of her elegant, long red nails sported a delicate little gold design, and she seemed to function effortlessly despite the long-nail handicap. The tug exposed another inch or two of deep cleavage. She was beautiful, in a sort of peroxide way.
For the first time in twenty minutes she spoke, cautioning Mr. Swirlee in an exceptionally high, squeaky, little-girl voice.
“Careful, precious, remember what Doctor…”
“That quack? He should just stick to his job, which is getting me the hell out of here. Damn it, Haskins, they tried to kill me.”
“Actually, it’s Haskell, Devlin Haskell.”
Mr. Swirlee glared at me for a couple of long seconds.
“Whatever. The bastards tried to kill me. They couldn’t buy me out, couldn’t run me out, so now they finally tried to kill me.”
“Who’s they?” I asked.
“What in the hell am I paying you for? That’s what I want you to find out. You’re supposed to tell me just who in the hell did this.” With a wave of his hands Mr. Swirlee indicated the bandage ............

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