
Detective Steve Cooper thought his eyes were doing TRICKS on him. Sure he had seen the character Regan do it in “The Exorcist”, but to see a body live; the chest against the floor and the shoulder blades facing upward…with the head turned 180 degrees, the dead eyes staring up at him, open, pleading for justice, was almost too much for the 30 year veteran of the Homicide Squad to take.
He turned away from the sight to see through the window, the C.S.I. team climbing from their van. “Let them figure our how someone could snap a neck and turn it around so perfectly.”
“What was that Steve?” This was from Cooper’s partner for the last five years, Edward Young. Everyone called him ‘Eddie’, everyone except Cooper, who insisted upon calling him by his given name, Edward. Cooper wondered if his comment about the C.S.I. was not just in his head and he had said the words out loud.
“Nothin’ Edward, whatCHAgot?” Eddie Young was kneeling by the body, using his latex clad hands to check for some identification on the corpse. So, far he had found nothing in the back pockets on the pants or the side pockets of the jacket the victim wore. He needed to wait for the C.S.I. to clear the body and document its position before he would be able to check the front pants pockets and shirt pocket.
“No I.D. so far Coop, and would you PLEASE call me anything but Edward, I told you only my mom calls me that, and if she does, she is pissed.”
“OK ‘chump’ here comes the ‘trace twits’, so we better give them some room to do their job.”
“Chump is not what I had in mind you clown…”
As Coop and Eddie walked out of the apartment they gave their first impressions of the crime scene to the C.S.I. techs and then began speaking with the neighbors. What they collected was a lot of information about nothing. The apartment was supposed to be empty; no one heard a sound the night before, even the neighbors whose bedroom wall backed to the living room where the body was found.
And that is all we have at the moment. This is now the fourth story we have started, and can not finish…so it is telling us we have to get The Quest out of our brain and the only way to do that is to finish the damn thing…so…back to the salt mines…

AND……it is all preserved on digital tape. We will be editing over the next day or so and then will post it here on The Couch…
we can tell you that we are not ready for the ‘Next Great Food Network Star’ or anything…
and we probably have a better face for radio than TV…
and we did not have a camera person so all the shots are static…
though we moved the camera a few times…
and it might not all be easy to see...
and we were winging it so there are quite a few ‘ahhh’s’ in there
…OOOOO maybe a contest to see who guesses the number of ‘ahhhh’s’ LOL
And we have to redo the template of one of our friends and we did not get to it this weekend
…so, this week is busy and we leave Friday for Baltimore to see Matt…
Go to MO's for more Manic Monday entires..

“Lasagna”
Composers: Los Lobos ("LaBamba")/ Weird Al Yankovic
Weird Al Yankovic



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