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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Continue_with_your_report</id>
		<title>Continue with your report</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T10:42:50Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You turn around and see Roy Crawley.  He's the police captain and also your best friend.  Crawley has helped you with cases in the past and seems ready to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Captain?' Davies asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll take it from here, Davies.  See if the autopsy report is done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Captain.  You say with both respect and relief.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did you step into this time, man?  Roy asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't kow if you'd&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Continue_with_your_report</id>
		<title>Continue with your report</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T10:12:56Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You turn around and see Roy Crawley.  He's the police captain and also your best friend.  Crawley has helped you with cases in the past and seems ready to do it again.  'Captain?…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You turn around and see Roy Crawley.  He's the police captain and also your best friend.  Crawley has helped you with cases in the past and seems ready to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Captain?' Davies asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll take it from here, Davies.  See if the autopsy report is done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes sir.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Police_station</id>
		<title>ND/Police station</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T10:06:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;An hour later and you're sitting in a room at the police station. Across the table is a long grey man in a long grey suit. He looks older than he should, like the life was sucked out of him overnight. His name - or so he tells you - is Davies. He's an inspector. He stares with distaste at your license.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Private dick, huh?' he says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Like it says,' you reply. He closes it and tosses it back to you. 'Mind telling me what you were doing down Westchester road this afternoon?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I was following the stiff,' you say. 'Only he wasn't a stiff at the time. He went in through the door and then someone started shooting. I went to investigate and got used for baseball practice for my efforts.' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then what happened?&amp;quot; A voice boomed from the back of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Continue with your report]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1B - First Blood]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Police_station</id>
		<title>ND/Police station</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T10:05:04Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;An hour later and you're sitting in a room at the police station. Across the table is a long grey man in a long grey suit. He looks older than he should, like the life was sucked out of him overnight. His name - or so he tells you - is Davies. He's an inspector. He stares with distaste at your license.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Private dick, huh?' he says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Like it says,' you reply. He closes it and tosses it back to you. 'Mind telling me what you were doing down Westchester road this afternoon?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I was following the stiff,' you say. 'Only he wasn't a stiff at the time. He went in through the door and then someone started shooting. I went to investigate and got used for baseball practice for my efforts.' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then what happened?&amp;quot; A voice boomed from the back of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Continue]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1B - First Blood]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Ask_her_details_about_her_life_with_her_husband</id>
		<title>Ask her details about her life with her husband</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T01:54:36Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;What makes you think he's putting it to this other woman?&amp;quot; you ask, before downing the entire shot of scotch from your glass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He and I haven't agreed on anything since the day before our wedding. We fight when we're in the same room, which isn't very often. We barely see one another as it is, but I've noticed some large chunks of money have gone missing from his bank account. That's not too mention that he's been spending a lot of time at work with his secretary. Long hours. Extra long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ask about the secretary]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ask more about the husband/wife relationship]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Oakland_Avenue</id>
		<title>ND/Oakland Avenue</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T01:52:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Blondie takes you through to a large room with large chesterfields in leather arranged around an unlit fireplace. In the middle lies a thick fur rug that must have cost at least a dozen mink or one very large bear. The French windows leading into the garden are open in spite of the rain, letting a breath of cool air into the hot summer night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'How about a drink?' she asks you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I could do with a drink,' you say. And you really could. It's been a long day and you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She mixes you a scotch and soda and takes one for herself. Then, sweeping across to the chesterfields she sits down on the one facing away from the garden and the open windows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland details (1)|Sit down on the same sofa]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland details (2)| Sit down on the sofa opposite her]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Oakland_Finish</id>
		<title>ND/Oakland Finish</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T01:48:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You fight down the urge to try anything and stand up. 'This'll be fine,' you say. Is it just you or does she seem almost disappointed? Suddenly she reaches up and kisses you gently. When she pulls away she smiles coolly. 'Good luck brown-eyes,' she says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You leave her standing at the door in her dressing gown as you drive home in silence. You're either starting the biggest case of your career or the biggest mistake of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Category:Chapter_2_-_The_Call</id>
		<title>Category:Chapter 2 - The Call</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T01:39:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Category: Noir Detective'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;[[Category: Noir Detective]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Ask_about_the_secretary</id>
		<title>Ask about the secretary</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T01:09:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;So, what's the scoop on this secretary?&amp;quot; you continue. &amp;quot;Who is she, and why would your husband choose her over a grade-A piece of poon like yourself?&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She scuffed, rolling her eyes. &amp;quot;Some slimy Spaniard girl who came here after the war. I've only had the displeasure of meeting her once, but from what I was able to gather she was a timid little thing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You grab a notebook from your desk and write down some quick notes. &amp;quot;Got a name and adress for her?&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No name.&amp;quot; she replies with an uninterested look. &amp;quot;But every Thursday around seven, my husband leaves and doesn't return until the next morning. I'm willing to bet my life that he's spending the nights at her place, so if you follow him you're bound to find out where she lives.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ask more about the husband/wife relationship]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Oakland_avenue_(S)</id>
		<title>ND/Oakland avenue (S)</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:58:28Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Don't let me keep you,' You say almost mischievously.&lt;br /&gt;
She gives you a mischievous smile. 'Maybe later.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She takes you through to a large room with large chesterfields in yellow leather arranged around an unlit fireplace. In the middle of the arrangement lies a thick fur rug that must have cost either a dozen mink or one very large bear. The French windows leading into the garden are open in spite of the rain, letting a breath of cool air into the hot summer night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'How about a drink?' Blondie asks you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I could do with a drink,' you say. Ain't that the truth. It's been a long day and you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She mixes you a scotch and soda and takes one for herself. Then, sweeping across to the chesterfields she sits down on the one facing away from the garden and the open windows.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland details (1)|Sit down on the same sofa]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland details (2)| Sit down on the sofa opposite her]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Category:Chapter_1A_-_The_Call</id>
		<title>Category:Chapter 1A - The Call</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:49:56Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pages in ''Chapter 2 - The Call''.[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>ND/Accept case S</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:46:29Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'But what about our earlier agreement?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Marty Riordan changes things. You'd be lucky if another PI would even listen' you say. 'Of course,' you grin, 'I'm always open to negotiations...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might be it. It'd need to be done without Marty getting to suspicious, and it'd have to be done quickly. The rest is up to you. As for negotiations, let's discuss them when you make your initial report.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand and watch her leave. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. ' I think you'll need it. I'll be in touch. '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Funny thing about luck. There's the good and the bad.  Here's hoping you have more of the good and less of the bad.  Let's hope we get out of this one alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:37:58Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 for a retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. Since Marty Riordan's involved, I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'Fair enough. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting too suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the same feeling too. Let's just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Phone_calll_The_Call</id>
		<title>ND/Phone calll The Call</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:33:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;ND/Phone calll The Call moved to ND/Phone call over redirect: found the link&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;#REDIRECT [[ND/Phone call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Phone_call</id>
		<title>ND/Phone call</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-15T00:33:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;ND/Phone calll The Call moved to ND/Phone call over redirect: found the link&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The phone call doesn't come till you're back home, curling up in front of the fire while the wireless bleats out a rerun of the old Lone Ranger episodes. The ringing of the telephone brings you out of the Wild West and back to your apartment. You walk over wearily and pick up the receiver. 'Hello?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Hello brown-eyes. This is Estelle Riordan.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Hello Blondie,' you say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Thank you for being so considerate earlier,' the blonde says. 'I wanted to talk about the case.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Go ahead,' you say. 'I'm all ears.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a thoughtful pause. 'Do you think you could come over?' she says. 'I'd rather discuss the details with you properly. I'm noy sure we could do it over the phone.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look back wistfully at the blazing fire and the chair you were curled up in. Then you think about long stockinged legs and curled golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I don't mind,' you say. 'Where is it I'm coming over to?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Number 17 Oakland Avenue,' Blondie says. 'How long will it take you to get here?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'That's me you hear knocking on the door.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rain's coming down hard over the city, turning everything into a haze through the water. Oakland avenue is in the classier part of town. It's not exactly Beverly Hills, but it's not bad. The house is swell, even in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You pull up on the street outside the house. It would be foolish to leave it in the driveway. The neighbors might get ideas. Then again, you're pretty sure the neighbors have some good ideas already.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blondie opens the door for you when you ring. She's in a long, quilted dressing gown that comes down all the way to the floor, the belt hugging her waist and showing off that perfect hourglass figure. Her hair is done up the way it was that morning, curled neatly, framing her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'About time you showed up,' she says, letting you in. 'I'd almost given you up as a bad deal. I was about to go to bed.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland avenue (S)|'Well don't let me keep you...']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland Avenue|'Sorry. Let's get down to business, shall we?']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1A - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Phone_call</id>
		<title>ND/Phone call</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-14T10:16:40Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;ND/Phone call moved to ND/Phone calll The Call:&amp;amp;#32;to link up the story better&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The phone call doesn't come till you're back home, curling up in front of the fire while the wireless bleats out a rerun of the old Lone Ranger episodes. The ringing of the telephone brings you out of the Wild West and back to your apartment. You walk over wearily and pick up the receiver. 'Hello?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Hello brown-eyes. This is Estelle Riordan.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Hello Blondie,' you say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Thank you for being so considerate earlier,' the blonde says. 'I wanted to talk about the case.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Go ahead,' you say. 'I'm all ears.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a thoughtful pause. 'Do you think you could come over?' she says. 'I'd rather discuss the details with you properly. I'm noy sure we could do it over the phone.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You look back wistfully at the blazing fire and the chair you were curled up in. Then you think about long stockinged legs and curled golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I don't mind,' you say. 'Where is it I'm coming over to?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Number 17 Oakland Avenue,' Blondie says. 'How long will it take you to get here?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'That's me you hear knocking on the door.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rain's coming down hard over the city, turning everything into a haze through the water. Oakland avenue is in the classier part of town. It's not exactly Beverly Hills, but it's not bad. The house is swell, even in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You pull up on the street outside the house. It would be foolish to leave it in the driveway. The neighbors might get ideas. Then again, you're pretty sure the neighbors have some good ideas already.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blondie opens the door for you when you ring. She's in a long, quilted dressing gown that comes down all the way to the floor, the belt hugging her waist and showing off that perfect hourglass figure. Her hair is done up the way it was that morning, curled neatly, framing her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'About time you showed up,' she says, letting you in. 'I'd almost given you up as a bad deal. I was about to go to bed.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland avenue (S)|'Well don't let me keep you...']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Oakland Avenue|'Sorry. Let's get down to business, shall we?']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1A - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(relationship)</id>
		<title>ND/Case details (relationship)</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(relationship)"/>
				<updated>2016-12-14T10:08:29Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Were you interested in him?' you ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde stiffens up like you've slapped her in the face. 'Yes,' she snaps, 'I was.' You sit in silence for a while. Then she sighs. 'Look, when I first met Arthur I was just a girl, young and naïve. He was brilliant and charming and we... hit it off. At first I was a bit wary of him, being alone in the city. But then I realized he'd actually fallen in love with me just as I had with him.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'So where did it go wrong?' you ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'The same place it did with his other three wives, I guess,' she says, knocking the ash off her cigarette. 'We just drifted apart. He had little time for anything but his work and I just wanted something more...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (document)|'So tell me about the document.']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (ex-wives)|'Tell me about his other marriages.']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-14T09:58:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 for a retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. Since Marty Riordan's involved, I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'Fair enough. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting too suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the same feeling too. Let's just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone calll The Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(Riordan)</id>
		<title>ND/Case details (Riordan)</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(Riordan)"/>
				<updated>2016-12-14T09:51:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Look doll, there's dangerous, and there's Marty Riordan dangerous.  Since this is Marty Riordan dangerous, I need more details,' you say, taking another drag from your cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Marty Riordan is my brother-in-law,' the blonde says. 'My husband is Arthur Riordan.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're surprised. She wasn't joking when she said her husband was rich. But this raises more questions too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'So what's Marty's angle on this?' you ask.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'My husband's an honest man,' Estelle Riordan says. 'That much you can say for him at least. So he's never hit it off with his brother anyway. Then a couple of years ago, just after we got married, Arthur broke off relations with Marty entirely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (Riordan 1)|Ask her if she knows the reason]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (Riordan 2)|Let her continue]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details</id>
		<title>ND/Case details</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details"/>
				<updated>2016-12-14T09:36:59Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Look, you're pretty and all, but looks alone don't determine whether I accept a case or not.  I need details.' You say, casually eyeing up her figure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde considers it. 'Fine,' she decides. She sits back in her chair, the smoke from her cigarette curling around her as it rises.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'My husband is rich, Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I am not. At least, I wasn't till I married him. He is also not a young man. He wasn't young when I married him either.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'When we announced our engagement his lawyers drew up a document for me to sign.' She smiles. 'Apparently his family didn't believe that a girl like me was interested in him just because of his boyish charm...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (relationship)|'And were you?']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (document)|'What was the document about?']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:23:50Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone calll The Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:17:57Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone callI The Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:15:00Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone callIThe Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:13:44Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone call I The Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:11:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Phone Call I The Call]] &lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(ex-wives)</id>
		<title>ND/Case details (ex-wives)</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Case_details_(ex-wives)"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T12:08:37Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The blonde shrugs. 'I don't really know much about them. The first two are dead. The third is still alive, I think. Arthur never really mentions them.' She pauses. 'My husband is a brilliant man when it comes to his work, but he's not too good when it comes to choosing his wives.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Must not be if his lawyers are drawing up contracts like this.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[ND/Case details (document)|'So tell me about the document you signed.']]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case S</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T11:56:17Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'But what about our earlier agreement?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Marty Riordan changes things. You'd be lucky if another PI would even listen' you say. 'Of course,' you grin, 'I'm always open to negotiations...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I'd need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I'd need it done quickly. The rest is up to you. As for negotiations, let's discuss them when you make your initial report.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand and watch her leave. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it. I'll be in touch. '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Funny thing about luck. There's the good and the bad.  Here's hoping you have more of the good and less of the bad.  Let's hope we get out of this one alive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case S</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T11:53:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'But what about our earlier agreement?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Marty Riordan changes things. You'd be lucky if another PI would even listen' you say. 'Of course,' you grin, 'I'm always open to negotiations...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I'd need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I'd need it done quickly. The rest is up to you. As for negotiations, let's discuss them when you make your initial report.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand and watch her leave. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it. I'll be in touch. '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Funny thing about luck. There's the good and the bad.  Here's hoping you have more of the good and less of the bad.  Let's hope we get out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:C&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case S</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case_S"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T11:44:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you $20 per day plus expenses and a $100 retainer with the promise of a further $250 if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'But what about our earlier agreement?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Marty Riordan changes things. You'd be lucky if another PI would even listen' you say. 'Of course,' you grin, 'I'm always open to negotiations...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you. As for negotiations, let's discuss them when you make your report.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand and watch her leave. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it. I'll be in touch. '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Funny thing about luck. There's the good and the bad.  Here's hoping you have more of the good and less of the bad.  Let's hope we get out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T10:59:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T10:53:40Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Chapter 1A - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-13T10:51:12Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Chapter 2 - The Call - ND/Phone Call ]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case</id>
		<title>ND/Accept case</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Accept_case"/>
				<updated>2016-12-13T10:38:10Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'Fine,' you say. 'But for that kind of job it'll cost you twenty per day plus expenses and a hundred for a retainer with the promise of a further two-fifty if I complete the job. If I'm going up against tough guys I'm not going to sell myself cheap.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde smiles. 'You know, you might just do. Obviously I need you to do it without Marty getting to suspicious, and I need it done quickly. The rest is up to you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You shake her hand over the deal as she hands you the money. 'Good luck Mr. Horne,' she says. 'I have a feeling you'll need it.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have the feeling too. Just hope you make it out of this one alive...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]][[Category:Chapter 1 - The Blonde]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Chapter 2 - The Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/ND/Police_station</id>
		<title>ND/Police station</title>
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				<updated>2016-12-13T10:27:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zz1976:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;An hour later and you're sitting in a room at the police station. Across the table is a long grey man in a long grey suit. He looks older than he should, like the life was sucked out of him overnight. His name - or so he tells you - is Davies. He's an inspector. He stares with distaste at your license.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Private dick, huh?' he says.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Like it says,' you reply. He closes it and tosses it back to you. 'Mind telling me what you were doing down Westchester road this afternoon?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I was following the stiff,' you say. 'Only he wasn't a stiff at the time. He went in through the door and then someone started shooting. I went to investigate and got used for baseball practice for my efforts.' &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then what happened?&amp;quot; A voice boomed from the back of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Noir Detective]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Chapter 1B - First Blood]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Zz1976</name></author>	</entry>

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