New Digs

The North Shore - Allston and Eve's New Home

I'll start by saying that Eve picked an incredible house for us. Even though I consider it pricey, I'm told the owners sold it way below market rate due to some impending legal issue. Dilly was unsure about that, but after I Zillowed the neighborhood, I saw we got a great deal. I also saw the value of our trailer home, which was preposterous—the old adage about Location, Location, Location is true.

How good is our new location? In the morning, if I crack any window open, I can smell and hear the ocean and smell the coffee from that donut chain everyone in New England swears by.

Tango and I can start drinking coffee, eating donut holes, and chasing gulls about five minutes sooner. After grabbing a cup, we cross the street.

The new house has it all: a kitchen as big as a small South American Country, three Bathrooms, a large front room with a million-dollar view, five bedrooms, and one great room for watching sports. Tango has a small spot if he chooses it, but we know he will be near us.

For me, it's all reality coming at me. I had a pleasant visit with Mr. Crowder after bowling, and we seemed to get along. He's very excited about Baby Dunkachino being on the way. Eve showed him the room he could stay in when he visited.  He's a good guy, and how his baby, Eve, turned out is to his credit.

He gave me a run in the beer department, which was a relief. He likes his suds.

Almost all the furniture stays at the trailer, so Eve has the week off to direct the traffic of furniture store trucks. She's doing it her way, which I promised to avoid. She has a good touch and great eyes.

She shops at stores I never heard of.

Tango is pretty excited. He's short, brown, round, and energetic. He likes being the family dog, and I am glad he thoroughly loves Eve. For him, it was love after one crotch sniff.

We have a mattress on the deck tonight, and Eve swears she will have the whole place humming in less than a week.

I love that about her.

Stuck In Traffic - Coming Off The Tobin Bridge - Chelsea, Massachusetts

Wallace Hughes, FBI, was sitting in traffic when the "Serious News" jingle started playing, interrupting the radio program's normal routine. The radio announcer said in a serious tone, "We have just been told that the man known as The Mixtape Killer has escaped from Fort Devens in Ayer." 

Authorities are asking the public to be careful and to report if they see the suspect but do not confront him. He is considered to be dangerous. He may be wearing the tan prison uniform.

He is about six feet three inches tall and has dark hair. His photo is on the station website at ...

Wally immediately started calculating what to do to catch this clown.

He picked up his phone and dialed the office. Tanaka answered that she had taken desk duty while she was on maternity duty level.

"Good morning. This is the New England Regional Headquarters of the FBI. My name is Special Agent Tanaka. How can I help you?"

"Hey Tanaka, this is Wally." "Our boy Mendocino is in the wind."

"You are kidding?" He got out of Solitary and out of the compound?"

"He did... Get all the details you can and text me the contact details for that whack job in Darien, Connecticut, Petra. Whatever. Also, please call the Connecticut State Police so they can go to Petra's house and warn her that Mendocino is loose.  This is unbelievable.

Tanaka looked at her screen and said some non-public details were coming through. "It seems like Mendocino killed two getting out, and someone picked him up in a car."

Okay, Thank You, Tanaka; please get the CSP rolling and stress the urgency of protecting Petra Schultz.

"Will do, sir."

​"Thank You, Tanaka."

Petra Schultz was the last person on Dennis Mendocino's list, and Wally knew that he would at least try to finish what he started. He hoped he was not too late because only an hour's drive separated the two.

Wally slammed his fists down on his steering wheel and let out a very long "Swear with Flair."

How did he get out?