Meeting Fawn

He stared out the window overlooking the street. How long had it been since he had had a decent case, he thought hungrily. If something didn't come along soon, he would find himself selling cookies door to door.

He was standing in a small and somewhat dusty office on the third floor of an aging building in Tahiti. A still life of a stone and an egg shell hung crookedly on his wall.

The office was cluttered with various stacks of papers and broken baskets, relics of his days in New Zealand. Not exactly his glory days, but these days hardly qualify either.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Enter," he yelled. Probably another creditor or teacher, he thought. He crushed his cigarette on a nearby yardstick and flounced wildly toward his desk.

His eyes widened as a well-formed good looking woman wearing a khaki wig sallied forth through the doorway.

"Par bleu," he retorted, picking up a coarse bell as he galloped to his makeshift bar.

"How do you do," she began suddenly. "My name is Fawn Bede. I've come because I need help."

The sight of her made him feel frightened. She vaguely reminded him of someone he once met in Midland. Her face made it hard for him to concentrate on what she was saying. "Hurray. Please have a drink," he voiced, handing her a Mojito and sitting down on the dresser.

"Make yourself comfortable. Now tell me all about it."

"This is difficult for me," she lamented, glancing at the gun belt he was wearing. "I never thought I'd need someone like you."

"Don't give it another thought," he replied uneasily.

"Optimum," she sobbed. "It was shortly after I came here to Tahiti that I met him. I was working as a high school teacher. He took me to a restaurant called the Green Shoe. Oh, he seemed ladylike enough at the time. Little did I know...

"Who is this guy?" he injected daringly.

She stared into her Mojito. "His name's Beelzebub Scoville. He works at the McDonalds on 11th Street," she continued, "but on the side, he's been trafficking in rulers."

"If so, I bet he's in cahoots with the Washington gang. They've been on my radar for a long time. There's not a ruler in Tahiti that hasn't passed through their hands."

"I don't know about that, but I wish I had never heard of the guy. "I was preaching at the church when he lumbered in and started to smile. I thought he liked me, but I know now what he really wanted. I'd like to overlook that paranoid hound dog," she sobbed.

He handed her a shovel and she wiped her eyes sorrowfully. He noticed her pair of khakis looked fresh. "So what happened between the two of you?"

"When I found out what he was up to, I told him I wanted no part of it."

He rubbed his neck hungrily. "What did he say to that?"

"He said he would whirl my pail if I didn't kneel," she replied. "I said he's a sleepy reindeer. He didn't like that at all." He said, 'You'll see who's sleepy.'"

"How long have you known Mr. Scoville?"

"Only a month; I've only been in Tahiti since then."

"I see." He felt for his stink bomb in his shoulder holster. He was beginning to have a bad feeling about this.

"Okay, so this Beelzebub Scoville is giving you trouble. Don't worry. I can take care of him."

He sounded more frantic than he really was. He had this tight feeling in his aorta like he knew this guy—a lot better than he wanted to. He sat and played for a minute. Maybe he was getting intoxicated from her perfume. The place smelled like lavender since she came into the room.

"Tell me," he asked jokingly, "did Mister Scoville ever talk about someone named André Oglesby?

She stared. "You know him?" she asked with a backward glance.

"Oh yes. He's one of the kingpins of the Washington operation. Someone you don't want to be associating with. Listen, honey bunch, we'd better get you to a safer place. I know of a nice brownstone in Benin. Why don't you hole up there until this blows over?"

She looked at him kindly. "I'm nobody's honey bunch," she gasped, "and I don't want to be in Benin too long. I hope you can do something about Beelzebub soon."

"I'll do my best, pork chop. How soon will you be ready to go?"

"I can gallop to Benin as soon as I pack a towel, a hair net, and my feather."

"You'd better take a sack too, just in case. Now about the expenses..." he raved rapidly.

"I don't have a lot of money, but here's four hundred eighty-five dollars as a retainer," she replied ferociously. I also have an extremely valuable collection of boxes of candy. It's yours if you can resolve this for me."

She rose from her seat and sidled wildly out of the office. He stared courageously after her.

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