At Home and At Peace

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April 12, 1924
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Dr. Titus Curtiz PhD

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"Yes, they are very old, but I value antiquities as one might value life."


His arrival at school in his new car caused hardly any stir at all. The ten thousand dollars was safely in his account, and the payoffs of his debts had been verified by deed, title, and receipt. Titus Curtiz was in fact adjusting to his new life rather quickly. Any thoughts of the past had vanished. He was a man of means, already investing in the stock market, not a lot, but what would fit with his salary of fifteen thousand dollars a year as a department head

There had been no contact from his Chinese associates as yet, tho he was prepared in the event a call came. Titus sat in his office reviewing lesson plans, and grading his own class papers. A job he relished as seeing how his pupils were doing always tended to make him somewhat proud. Then, as was customary for him, with but three classes a day, he would roam the campus, learning its layout floor by floor, where the different departments were located, and on occasion, watching the new construction of classrooms yet to be completed. For Titus, this was exhilarating. He was a part of this school, and that for him was a grand feeling.

Then he would usually end his sojourn at the main library for some light reading, and this is where we find him on this early afternoon.

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Dr. Titus Curtiz PhD

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"Yes, they are very old, but I value antiquities as one might value life."


Titus was reading an article in the latest issue of Time Magazine when Eddie Yeoh plopped down across from him.

Doctor Curtiz, excuse me for interrupting but I must speak with you about Miss Betty Wu, whom I am sure you have met by now, or, so I am told.”

“Miss Wu, of course, of course, yes I have had the pleasure. What seems to be amiss, Eddie?” Titus asked, setting the magazine aside.

“Hung Xiu is well aware of Miss Wu and her work with the Miami Police. There is some fear of her working with the Federal Bureau as well. He asked that I speak with you, not because he is concerned that you have said anything to her about your work with us, but that you might be enticed to do so.” He explained.

“Why, no, no why would I do that? I barely know the young lady.” Titus replied.

“You see Betty translates for the police, and the concern is, she would, of course, be obliged to speak of things she has heard that would interest the authorities. Your connection to us is a private one and must remain as such. I realize you did not know of my relationship with Mister Xiu, but be that as it may, there is a threat of discovery should you inadvertently mention us in conversation with her.

“I signed a pledge, I understood its meaning. I certainly understood that our relationship is not to be compromised at any time, for any reason. And no Eddie, I did not realize your connection in all of this, but rest assured, the vow is kept and will be kept.”

“Very good, Professor, very good. Just a word to the wise, I doubt she is searching for information, but she could be, so we have to take precautions. Thank you for your time.” And without another word, Eddie Yeoh was up and on his way.

Titus sat back for a moment, digesting the conversation which had just occurred. He was not surprised at all about Eddie, he was Chinese after all, and he also realized early on that he was watching over Lian Xiu, so it all fit. Of Betty Wu’s connection to the police, and possibly the Federal Bureau he had had no idea she was involved with them.

He checked his watch and then took up the magazine to finish the article he was reading.

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Betty Wu

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我想我加了太多炸藥!


It had been an early morning call that had summoned Betty to the police station. She really needed to be in the lab, but she also needed the money. Plus, it was a member of her community that needed her help as much as the bristle moustached Lieutenant Baxter. The frail looking Chinese girl had been in a cell all night and looked it: her silk split sided dress was crumpled. Her age was indeterminate, but it didn’t look enough. She looked like she’d had a sleepless, frightened night.

Baxter directed the questioning, while Betty translated. A uniformed officer took notes.

“Ask her how long she’s been on the game!” he growled.

There was an exchange of Cantonese, Betty’s voice confident but sympathetic, the girl’s fragile and shy and ashamed.

“She has been forced to be a prostitute for the last three weeks after being brought here from Hong Kong.” Replied Betty. Baxter paled. Betty had found that: these ‘tuff’ cops seemed to shrink from using proper words for uncomfortable things, they much preferred comforting euphemisms.

“Hmph! Forced, eh?” asked Baxter, a tone of disbelief in his voice.

Betty spoke some more to the girl, before coming out with some more all to precise language for the grizzled cop’s unusually sensitive ears.

“Yes, she was kidnapped in Hong Kong and raped before she got here, they were so brutal that they tore her vir…” “ALL RIGHT, all right, spare me the anatomy lesson, Wu.” Cried Baxter, waving his hand dismissively. “Get her go!” he instructed the uniformed man, who escorted the oriental call girl out of the interrogation room. Betty got up to leave as well, but Baxter waved her over, he had something in his hand.

“Say, Wu, you’re Chinese; d’you ever see anything like this?” She actually quite liked it when he brusquely called her by her surname like that; just like he called his male colleagues. Made her feel part of the team, as it were.

Betty took the object and shook her head.

“No idea, but it looks kinda old.” Here Grandfather would have known instantly what the curious looking object was but he was far away in San Francisco. “If I can borrow it, I can show it to Professor Curtiz at the University, he’s an expert on old Chinese stuff!” she offered.

Baxter considered for a second.

“Sure, but take care of it – that’s police evidence!” he warned.


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Brendon Muldoon

Motor Officer, Miami PD
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"You know, I got me a hunch on this one."


Motor Officer Brendan Muldoon, Miami Police Department had just been on the scene of the warehouse fire just off Northwest 2nd Avenue in the heart of the warehouse district. One of the older abandoned wooden structures which should have been taken down long ago but was not.

The really interesting thing about this particular fire was the bodies found inside the remains. Eight bodies, five believed to be Chinese, the other three were assumed to be Caucasians. For Brendon Muldoon, this array of corpses indicated a crime both inside the warehouse and without. His early deductions, as he looked over the scene, were that illicit drugs were being transferred between the parties, as to who was transferring what, that was lost in the blaze.

Muldoon had his theories about what he was seeing, though there was no way to prove them. He was sure that the fire was deliberately set, perhaps to hide what had actually happened there. He was also convinced that this was a murder scene.

He parked the Indian motorcycle in front of the station, not in the rear as usual, and jogged inside the building. If there was one man that would listen to what he had to say, it would be Lieutenant Baxter. He went upstairs directly to Baxter's office as a pert young Chinese woman was exiting, his head turning to follow her out, then he stepped inside the office.

“Lieutenant, I gotta a hunch on that fire in the warehouse district.” He said as he closed the door behind him, “And, who was that doll?”



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Lt. Baxter

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Baxter gave Miss Wu a desultory wave and a grunt for a goodbye as she left the interrogation room and looked impatiently at the motorcycle cop in his distinctive boots and baggy, wide-thighed jodhpurs who followed the oriental girl’s shapely calves and ankles, in their rolled stockings, with his eyes as she passed him, whilst almost walking directly into the grumpy detective.

"Oof! Watch where you're going you idiot!" fumed Baxter.   

“Lieutenant, I gotta a hunch on that fire in the warehouse district. “He said as he closed the door behind him, “And, who was that doll?”

“Muldoon!” frowned Baxter “You’ve got a hunch about everything! And your job isn’t to have hunches, it’s to chase down speeding tourists so we get a nice juicy fine outta them. And that wasn’t a doll, that was Wu, she’s an interpreter.”  Baxter’s ire was all bluster, however; he actually liked Brendon and knew that the feller had the makings of a good detective. Not as good a detective as Baxter, of course, but still a pretty good one. And he’d have been a bit worried about the motorcycle cop if he hadn’t been attracted to the shapely Chinese girl.

He puffed on his cigar and sat. “Well, what’s this great hunch?!” he asked, acting as if he was doing the man a big favor by even asking about it.


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Brendon Muldoon

Motor Officer, Miami PD
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"You know, I got me a hunch on this one."


Baxter gave Miss Wu a desultory wave and a grunt for a goodbye as she left the interrogation room and looked impatiently at the motorcycle cop in his distinctive boots and baggy, wide-thighed jodhpurs who followed the oriental girl’s shapely calves and ankles, in their rolled stockings, with his eyes as she passed him, whilst almost walking directly into the grumpy detective.

"Oof! Watch where you're going you idiot!" fumed Baxter.   

“Lieutenant, I gotta a hunch on that fire in the warehouse district. “He said as he closed the door behind him, “And, who was that doll?”

“Muldoon!” frowned Baxter “You’ve got a hunch about everything! And your job isn’t to have hunches, it’s to chase down speeding tourists so we get a nice juicy fine outta them. And that wasn’t a doll, that was Wu, she’s an interpreter.”  Baxter’s ire was all bluster, however; he actually liked Brendon and knew that the feller had the makings of a good detective. Not as good a detective as Baxter, of course, but still a pretty good one. And he’d have been a bit worried about the motorcycle cop if he hadn’t been attracted to the shapely Chinese girl.

He puffed on his cigar and sat. “Well, what’s this great hunch?!” he asked, acting as if he was doing the man a big favor by even asking about it.

“Sorry Detective.” Muldoon smiled, he actually liked the bluster, it wouldn’t be Baxter without it. He made those rookies jump at his bark. “Now me hunch is that there were eight souls what perished in the blaze, but I’m thinkin’ they was likely shot first.” He paused, formulatingh his next statement.

“Given the number, an’ what I’m thinkin’, this was a drug exchange in the works. Most’d say that they shot it out, but no the wey it happened, not with how the bodies was found, all sortta close ta’gether they were. A third party was the culprit sure as I’m standin’ here.” Then he smiled.

“Was a third party, meanin’ there’s a war on what we know nothin’ about. I think Chinese, mebee the others was Cubans, ‘er more likely local hoods. But as I live an’ breath, there’s real trouble brewin’ out there.”


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Lt. Baxter

Police Detective
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“Sorry Detective.” Muldoon smiled, he actually liked the bluster, it wouldn’t be Baxter without it. He made those rookies jump at his bark. “Now me hunch is that there were eight souls what perished in the blaze, but I’m thinkin’ they was likely shot first.” He paused, formulating his next statement.

Baxter nodded, listening to the motorcycle man’s line of thought.

“Well, we can get the County Coroner to confirm that.” He said “Anything else?”

“Given the number, an’ what I’m thinkin’, this was a drug exchange in the works. Most’d say that they shot it out, but no the wey it happened, not with how the bodies was found, all sortta close ta’gether they were. A third party was the culprit sure as I’m standin’ here.” Then he smiled.

“You mean someone who’s been cut out by these new Chinks?” questioned Baxter.

“Was a third party, meanin’ there’s a war on what we know nothin’ about. I think Chinese, mebee the others was Cubans, ‘er more likely local hoods. But as I live an’ breath, there’s real trouble brewin’ out there.”

Baxter pulled on his cigar.

“The main line of dope into this Burgh is through the Chinks and O’Rourke’s merry little band of pirates” reasoned the Lieutenant aloud. “But this doesn’t seem to be O’Rourke’s style, more likely the Heavies he sells on to, and the heaviest Heavy of those is Gagliano. I’d bet my badge this is his work, courtesy of his friendly neighbourhood street boss, Al Brazaga. Unless you got a better theory?” he asked. Baxter might go around acting like a bear with a sore head, but at heart he wanted to find out the truth and catch the bad guys, it didn’t always have to be him that solved the crime.


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Brendon Muldoon

Motor Officer, Miami PD
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"You know, I got me a hunch on this one."


“Well, we can get the County Coroner to confirm that.” He said “Anything else?”

“He said he’s have us a report as soon as he had results.” Muldoon assured Baxter, but it would take some time, both of them were aware of that.

“Given the number, an’ what I’m thinkin’, this was a drug exchange in the works. Most’d say that they shot it out, but no the wey it happened, not with how the bodies was found, all sortta close ta’gether they were. A third party was the culprit sure as I’m standin’ here.” Then he smiled.

“You mean someone who’s been cut out by these new Chinks?” questioned Baxter.

“Was a third party, meanin’ there’s a war on what we know nothin’ about. I think Chinese, mebee the others was Cubans, ‘er more likely local hoods. But as I live an’ breath, there’s real trouble brewin’ out there.”

Baxter pulled on his cigar.

“The main line of dope into this Burgh is through the Chinks and O’Rourke’s merry little band of pirates” reasoned the Lieutenant aloud. “But this doesn’t seem to be O’Rourke’s style, more likely the Heavies he sells on to, and the heaviest Heavy of those is Gagliano. I’d bet my badge this is his work, courtesy of his friendly neighbourhood street boss, Al Brazaga. Unless you got a better theory?” he asked. Baxter might go around acting like a bear with a sore head, but at heart he wanted to find out the truth and catch the bad guys, it didn’t always have to be him that solved the crime.

“As to my Irish brethren, O’Roourke, the lad has ‘is faults, and assuredly guilty of some things we don’t even know about, but dealin’ in heroin ain’t one of ‘em. An’ Gagliano, maybe he looks at it, maybe he don’t, not sure it’s either of their styles.I'd be seein' ya lose yer shield.” Muldoon observed. “Now I know that you’d just love ta be gettin’ the goods on either of those two, but I think we’d be barkin’ oop the wrong tree.”

Muldoon knew the streets, that was for sure. He knew who might be involved in whatever crime was under investigation. But he was a motor cop, a ticket-writing nobody on the Miami Police Department. Other than Baxter, few would listen to him.

“Now lookin’ at this whole affair and tryin' me best to size oop who’d be involved in this, I come oop empty, sad ta say.” Again he smiled. “But I’m a long ways froom givin’ oop. Mind, it may take some time, mebee no, I’ll get you a lead you can follow. Count on it.”


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Lt. Baxter

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“As to my Irish brethren, O’Roourke, the lad has ‘is faults, and assuredly guilty of some things we don’t even know about, but dealin’ in heroin ain’t one of ‘em. An’ Gagliano, maybe he looks at it, maybe he don’t, not sure it’s either of their styles. I'd be seein' ya lose yer shield.” Muldoon observed. “Now I know that you’d just love ta be gettin’ the goods on either of those two, but I think we’d be barkin’ oop the wrong tree.”

“Oh, you do, huh?!” Baxter’s brow furrowed. Mudoon seemed to be indicating a new player on the scene, someone the PD hadn’t even suspected existed. Well, that was no good; he couldn’t arrest a phantom. Still, he filed it away in the cavernous metal filing cabinet of his brain.

“But you don’t have a clue who it is?” he confirmed.

“Now lookin’ at this whole affair and tryin' me best to size oop who’d be involved in this, I come oop empty, sad ta say.” Again he smiled. “But I’m a long ways froom givin’ oop. Mind, it may take some time, mebee no, I’ll get you a lead you can follow. Count on it.”

“Well, just keep your eyes peeled out there!” ordered Baxter, knowing that Muldoon would do just that, whether he told him to or not. “And don’t let ‘em be clouded by none of this Irish sentimentality: O’Rourke’s a bad ‘un and more than capable of taking some pretty rugged measures to protect his interests. Until I hear different, and based on what you’ve told me, he and Gagliano are going to be the chief suspects in this thing.”

“Oh, there’s something else. Couple of new fish on the block: more of these private detectives signing up to try and get in on the “Little Orphan Janey” reward dough. Gaier and Henderson, Drivelling Detective Agency or some such: a couple of real clowns who might get under our feet by the look of ‘em. I gave ‘em the warning, but they looked like trouble to me.”


Brendon Muldoon

Motor Officer, Miami PD
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"You know, I got me a hunch on this one."


“Well, just keep your eyes peeled out there!” ordered Baxter, knowing that Muldoon would do just that, whether he told him to or not. “And don’t let ‘em be clouded by none of this Irish sentimentality: O’Rourke’s a bad ‘un and more than capable of taking some pretty rugged measures to protect his interests. Until I hear different, and based on what you’ve told me, he and Gagliano are going to be the chief suspects in this thing.”

“Oh, there’s something else. Couple of new fish on the block: more of these private detectives signing up to try and get in on the “Little Orphan Janey” reward dough. Gaier and Henderson, Drivelling Detective Agency or some such: a couple of real clowns who might get under our feet by the look of ‘em. I gave ‘em the warning, but they looked like trouble to me.”

Muldoon laughed. "First off, there's no sentimentality involved here. O'Rourke keeps his nose clean in town here, and I hear nothin' froom Key West. Oh, I check down there with Sheriff Hancock time ta time. As for your Italian well, ol' Gagliano he don't get his hands dirty. He's got oothers ta do the derty work."

Brendon looked at the Lieutenant his brow furrowed, mouth ajar. "Gaier and Henderson? Neever heard of 'em. Nor any Drivelin' Detective Agency, but, I'm jest an Irish flatfoot with the good sense to get on a motorcycle. Who would these two be? An' what warnin' didja give to 'em? Aye, I sorta missed the latest on the case, anything I might oughtta know aboout? Any new leads on that one?"

 


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