Let me introduce myself, my
name is Joe, Joe Ames. I'm a black cat
detective-for-hire. I offer my services to
anyone, but, especially witches. One night I was
at my nighttime hangout, Tabby's, when a tall,
ugly dame named Wanda came up to me and told me
she needed my services. I agreed, not knowing
what the night ahead would bring.
We stepped out into the night
streets of New York. The city was a bustle of
activity, the lights from clubs and dancing broad
joints lit up the streets. Wanda told me somebody
broke into her place and stole some of her dough.
She pointed to a classy souped up broomster and
told me to hop on, she was pushy, but dames
usually are.
Man! The way that broom ran was
incredible, she was no poor witch. We flew all
over New York it seemed. We went from the Bronx
to Manhattan. Wanda stopped at a few places on
the way to her home. She picked up some meat at
Fred's Meats. I decided to ask Fred about Wanda.
He said she was pretty strange, she didn't ask
for steak or chops but for eyes or intestines. I
decided to keep an eye on the dame. Then we flew
off and stopped at Jack's Liquor to get some
beer. Outside some drunks were getting into a
hustle. One of them tried to drag Wanda into the
fight. She punched him hard in the stomach, he
toppled over. I thought I definitely needed to
watch her.
We finally stopped at the
dame's apartment in Brooklyn. She had a run down
place, it stunk. It had a few broken pieces of
furniture, one busted window, and some clothes
scattered around the room. I started to
investigate. I heard some heavy footsteps behind
me, I whirled around, the dame's hired muscle
came out from the shadows.
Apparently she hadn't wanted to
catch the criminal, but wanted someone to blame
the crime on. I brought out a friend of mine, a
semi-automatic to be precise. I shot twice and
the hired goon fell to the floor, it wasn't a
pretty sight. I decided now would be a good time
to leave, so I rudely excused myself from the
dame's apartment. I found out who the culprit
was, but since the dame, Wanda, wasn't my client
anymore, I didn't feel I needed to tell her.
Besides, the culprit happened to be a broad I
know real well.
Watch your step...
