DETECTIVE BLITZ AND THE DELIVERY COMPANY

Author: Alex Monahov
From: Chisinau, Moldova
Age: 15
Date: 2nd Aug 2005, 3:42 PM
Rating: 5
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Title: DETECTIVE BLITZ AND THE DELIVERY COMPANY

OFFICE 9 – DETECTIVE BLITZ – DO NOT DISTURB, OUT OF OFFICE
Inspector Chance was rummaging through the files on his desk while Detective Blitz was writing his report. It would be the detectives’ last report, since he was going to retire after a career of adventure and life-threatening risks. There was still much work to do but he would just finish writing his report and hand in his badge.
Suddenly the door was opened with a bang. The detective quickly rose to his feet. At the door, a short man was puffing on a cigar: “Detective, I’ve come for your help.” he said, “and I’m not taking no for an answer”.
“Well, what’s this about?” inquired the detective suspiciously. “It is my last day on the force, so make it quick.”
“I was running a nice, calm business, detective, until yesterday, when one of my men was shot. I know you’re gonna ask me what kind of business so I’ll spare you the question – I’m in the delivery business, see?”
“So what is it more specifically that you do?” asked Blitz.
“Well nothing too complicated, just the usual stuff. I take people’s parcels and deliver them. I don’t usually know what’s inside. But yesterday… Well detective, are you going to help me or not?”
“You case surely seems intriguing. A man shot, a delivery business, parcels – something smells fishy. Alright, I’ll take your case. Now tell me what happened yesterday?”
“Well, as far as I know my man was taking the parcel to its destination. When suddenly a black car went by and shot him dead. That happened on an alley in the west side of town. When I got there the parcel was missing, all there was left was a piece of the box and some white dust.”
“You wouldn’t by chance have any of this dust. Perhaps you took some from where you found your man.” Quickly asked the detective.
“No, I didn’t take any, but we could go there now perhaps we’d find some.”

RATTLEBERRY LANE 7 – THE WEST SIDE
“So what’s your name, anyway?” started the detective. He’d gotten so attached to the case that he even forgot to ask the name of his client.
“Sam. Sam Hatchet. Here’s the spot” said the man after reaching a stop-light. At this point detective Blitz was anxiously scanning the ground, looking for evidence.
“Here, I’ve found something” said Sam. “I think it’s the piece of the box that I found yesterday.”
“Let me have a look at it…” said Blitz. Staring at the paper, he saw a part of the address, it said:
“To be delivered to SOUTH HAMPTON AVENUE 4, AP, unfortunately the apartment number was blurry, so the detective couldn’t read it. It was probably 15 or 46. Well, at least they had a lead. “Let’s go there now…” shouted Sam. “Fine.” Answered Blitz calmly.

SOUTH HAMPTON AVE. AP. 15
Knocks at the door. Again, knocks at the door. No one. “There’s no one here, let’s try the other apartment” said Sam. “Wait, there’s a rattling sound in there” said the detective. “Let’s go in!”. And with a push, the detective and Sam broke down that old wooden door. Inside they found a woman standing in the middle of an almost empty room, with only a chair in it.
“This is the police, ma’m! Why didn’t you answer our call?” shouted detective Blitz, but the woman did not reply she simply stood there. “Is this your apartment?”. The woman shook her head. “Whose apartment is it?”, the woman froze like a statue. Suddenly the detective noticed a paper on the chair, he quickly went to get it. At that point the woman took out a knife and tried to stab him, but was stopped by Sam.
“What in the world were you trying to do, lady?”. But the woman freed herself from Sam’s hand and jumped through he window. Blitz and Sam quickly went down to find her – she was dead.
Detective Blitz took out the note and read it: “MEET ME TONIGHT AT PLAZA HOTEL, T4”.
Plaza Hotel was one of the most expensive places in town, and since it was about five o’clock Sam and Blitz both went there. But what could T4 mean? When they arrived there they asked a valet what T4 was, and the valet answered that T4 was a table in the hotel’s restaurant. The detective and Sam made their way through to the restaurant. They decided to wait at a table nearby. Three men were sitting at table T4. A bag full of white dust of some kind was on the table. Two of the men were analyzing it and the third kept asking about Isabelle and why she wasn’t there. “What’s happened to dolly, she sick or somethin’, she was supposed to be here.” said the man. Another one said “We gotta split now, don’t matter if she’s here, let’s go!”. “Wait, just a couple more minutes …” said the first one.
OK, it was time for Blitz to show his wits. He took out his gun, rusty, but still functional.
“Hands up guys! This is the police. Show me what’s in the bag!” and the detective quickly grabbed it. When he opened it and say the content, he knew immediately what it was. It was drugs. These people were drug dealers. “You’re going to the station with us” said Blitz. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do”.

THE POLICE STATION
“Well Sam, that solves the mystery, the tree men confessed. They said they were running a drug dealing business and that the woman was merely the delivery person. It seems that whole cargos of drugs were brought by sea, then they were shipped through delivery companies, small ones like yours, until finally they arrived at their destination. And your employee that they killed, it was merely by accident, they though he was someone who stole the drugs, since you man wasn’t wearing the delivery uniform.”
“Wow, that really was amazing. Detective, you’re good!”
“I know I’m good, that’s why you’re paying me 800 bucks for today?” said Blitz.
“How much?” Sam seemed lost.
And so the detective ended his last day on the force. Mission accomplished. Calm life from now on. Finally, going home never to come back. But was it to end like that?

by Alex Monahov


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