The Greenleaf Expression: A Fictional Narrative

“It is so good of you to finally decide to grace us with your presence detective. How was your vacation with the rich and famous?” She was beating the hell out of that chalkboard of hers this morning. He had to check his ears twice to see if blood had started flowing. He had one of two choices at that moment and his first choice wasn’t a choice at all. She was standing in front of the window. He decided to follow his second choice and kept his mouth shut. “Hey partner, glad to see you back in one piece. So, how was it?” “How was what?” Stutter asked, utterly confused. “The Greenleaf Express. Did it make any stops or did she just run you over?” “What do we have lined up for us today?” Stutter asked, tightly growling. “You’re not going to answer me, are you?” “You’re
“Now that you have shaken up my office, I shall see you at lunch as an apology. I know of a little deli over on Orchard and Delancy that serves a nice pastrami sandwich. Their polish sausages aren’t that bad either, that is if you are not standing next to a person eating one.” “I know the place, but I don’t think I’ll be able to…” “I’ll pick you up at twelve sharp.” “Now see here…,” he snarled. She hung up. “Stud, I could hear her voice from over here. And, to think you were asking me for pointers. But, if you would take some advice, I would check my backup, extra clips and the straps on my vest before lunch. Remember you are the worst shot in the history of the department?” “This isn’t a joking matter. How did I get wrapped up with these crazy women?” “Is she as rich as Greenleaf?” “I don’t think I know anyone, short of royalty, who have as much as these women.” “Then you have a bigger problem than even I could get myself out of and I’m a scared rabbit.” “How do you see