Brady: PI

Chapter one

June 15th, 1972,

I was in Vinnie's pub, where I spend most of my time, when Vinnie himself approached. He had on a stained pinstripe vest and dark grey slacks. "Could you not find anyone else fill in for Thomas today?" I asked.

"No", he grumbled, "not today"

"That's too bad", I said, "too bad...hey listen, Vinnie, I gotta talk to you."

"Yeah? Whada you need?" said Vinnie.

"I need to know where you've seen this guy" I said, pulling out a grainy, black & white photo of a man standing in front what seemed to be his car. I had studied the photo for hours before, taking every tiny detail possible. As Vinnie looked at the picture he immediately got nervous.

"I ain't never seen that guy before Mr.B."

"You sure Vinnie? Why don't you take another look" I said, setting the picture on the counter, I grabbed Vinnie by back of the head, and slammed it down.

"Christ!" he howled.

"How about now?" I said, raising my voice, "Can you see him now?"

"Alright! Alright!" he yelled, " I seen him a couple days back, he and a couple a guys spent a few hours here."

"I need a name" I said.

"I don't know Mr.B" said Vinnie.

"Come on Vinnie", I pushed his face harder into the counter.

"Ahh!" he cries, "Okay, okay, i'll talk. Just let up aright?"

"Alright", I say, letting go of him, "spill it."

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June 15th, 1972, New York Police Department,

"Joe Cabriano" I say, tossing the picture on the chief's desk. He stared at the photo, then looked up at me.

"What's this?" he said, looking once again at the picture.

"That's your guy," I say, "Joe Cabriano".

"I thought I told you to stay off this case" said Chief.

"I got the guy, didn't I?" I said bitterly.

"Dammit Brady!," snarled the chief, "you know you could be arrested for interference with a police investigation!?"

"Then arrest me!," I yelled, shoving my hands out in front of me, palms facing upwards.

The chief stood up, looked at my hands and sighed

"Kenneth, I-"

"That's not my name!" I shouted, my face hot in anger. I stormed out of the precinct, all eyes on me.

As I stormed out I got some glares, some scoffs, as if they were calling me a chld. I am not a child. I haven't been a child in a long time. In fact, I stopped being a child about twenty-seven years ago When my father got introduced to the Devil's drink. Also known as, Jack Dainels.