Chapter 1 - On the Case

Detective Brown: The Case of the Gold Digger <Chapter One>

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"I can't believe she got away, AGAIN!" Myrtle Brown (or as most call

her, Mental Brown) yelled as she lit a picture of a tan woman with

blonde hair on fire with her lighter. Brown looked around her shabby

run-down excuse for an office, the picture of the woman was everywhere,

the windows, the walls, there was even one on her dart board, to bad

she had horrible aim and most of the darts were stuck in the area

around the board. 'Maybe I am getting a little obsessed with catching

her.' Brown thought to herself as she picked up a voodoo doll of the

woman. "I'll get you Theresa!" she yelled when she heard a knock on her

office door. "Oh, come in." A woman with light brown hair opened the

door, "Detective? The chief would like a word with you." She said

looking at the pin Brown was about to shove into the dolls backside.

She slowly closed the door and Brown could hear her say, "God, she

really is mental!"

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"BROWN! I'm this far from taking you off of this case!" the chief held

his fingers about an inch apart. "You let her get away again! And why?

Because you tripped over a CAT! A CAT!" his face was red with anger.

"Sir, it wasn't my fault fluffy was taking his afternoon nap." she said

looking at the ground. "Fluffy? Who is fluffy? You mean the cat?" he

asked her with a confused look on his face. "Yes, I um, named it as I

was falling." Brown said as she examined the lint from her pocket.

"This is your last chance Brown; we have a possible lead as to her

location, your going to New York."

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Brown walked around her pig-pen apartment, looking for the things she would need for her trip. She had her check list:
[ulist]
Toothbrush

Toothpaste

Underwear

Voodoo doll

Water gun

Bathing suit (you never know…)
[/ulist]
"Well, looks like I got everything." she said as she dropped her

toothbrush into her suitcase, she looked into her mirror, she saw an

over-weight woman with long tangled dark-brown hair, blue eyes and

about 5'6. 'Wow, I think I let my self go, maybe I should let down on

the Twinkies' she thought as she turned to her side and sucked in as

much as she could. 'I better get some sleep, tomorrow I'm flying to New

York' she shuddered at the thought of being three thousand feet up with

nothing but some metal to hold her there, nobody knew that Brown hated

flying, but it was part of the job.

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Now boarding all passengers on flight 345 to New York The voice of the

flight attendant gave Brown chills, she was almost later because she

was held up in baggage check, the memory flooded her mind.

"Miss? You really need to open your bag so we can check it!" the

baggage guy said to Brown through gritted teeth, this was the tenth

time he had told her. "But I don't want a man going through my

personals! You won't go through my stuff; I know how you guys are!

Stealing whatever you can get out of poor women's bags! Well I'm a

detective and I won't let some greedy guy take my stuff!" Brown

wouldn't stand for it, plus she didn't want him to see her voodoo doll.

"I'm not taking anything! I have to check that you aren't bringing any

weapons on board!" his temper was rising fast. "Oh! You just don't want

weapons on board! Why didn't you say so?" Brown dumped her purse over

and out feel, 3 guns, 2 knifes, a pair of handcuffs, and some steel

knuckles. His eyes pooped out when all the weapons were unloaded onto

him checking counter. "Wait, that's not all" Brown said as she reached

down her shirt and pulled out another gun. "Can I go now?" she asked

him in an impatient tone. "I still need to check your bag." he said

still gawking at the weapons. "Fine! But if I'm late it's you whose

paying for my next flight!"

"Miss? Miss? Miss you really need to give me your ticket." Brown

hadn't noticed the attendant attempting to pull the ticket out of

Browns hand. "Oh, I'm sorry." she handed over the ticket and was on her

way to the plane.

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Second class was crowed and Brown was between an old man and a little

girl who kept poking her. "Guess what?" the girl said, "What?" Brown

said. "I said guess what!" "What!" "I said guess!!" the little girl

yelled in Browns ear. "Well, here is my guess, your going to shut your

little yap before I do it for you permanently!" Brown yelled at the

girl whose eyes had widened before she went back to her drawing. The

rest of the flight was good, until Brown woke up with and old guy

sleeping on her shoulder. She shoved him off and sat for thirty

minutes.

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When the plane landed Brown felt bad because the little girl ran away

from her as fast as possible, 'I was a little mean, but come on! She

wouldn't stop talking!' Brown had a short fuse when it came to kids

being annoying, she just couldn't take it. She called a cab and was at

a run-down looking motel in thirty minutes. As she opened the door to

the motel room a piece of the ceiling fell in front of her. 'It reminds

me of home' she thought in relief. "Well, I better take a shower, hope

the waters warm." she said to no-one. "Oh no! I forgot shampoo! I knew

I would forget something!"

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Thanks for reading so far, don't worry, a lot more is about to happen,

and, if your lost about Theresa, she's the gold digger that steals

men's money and then she kills them ^_^ keep reading!





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