What A Morning Amanda Green2Go2000

Harvey wasn’t sleeping. He kept thinking about his day at work… His day started at four in the morning when an officer called him to meet Nash at a club called The Snapdragon. Must be a new place, he thought.         So, he got dressed and met Nash at the club. "What’s up boss?" Harvey asked. Nash pointed out a black and blue Zebra with a woman lying across the front seat. They both thought it would be best to go inside and ask. When they entered the building, they both were met with a mouthful of cigar smoke. " What a strange place." Harvey said to himself.         He had a hard time keeping his mind at the job at hand. He had to dodge beach balls that were coming at him from many different angles and on top of it all, he could hear "Uncle John's Band" being played as loud as possible. So he thought any way. He could also see that a television was broadcasting a car race.  He heard the announcer say that there was a crash on the racetrack. He hoped the drivers involved were ok.              Harvey talked to the bartender about the lady and the bartender pointed out the last guy he saw her with. So, Harvey started walking towards the man the bartender pointed to, until he crashed into a very large man with Louisville Slugger tattooed on his arm. "Sorry," was all Harvey could muster when the guy stood up.  "Oh boy," he thought to himself.     The last thing he remembered before heading for work was being on his hands and knees crawling towards the exit, with the beginning of a black eye, and Nash right on his heels with a split lip.     So after a hard days work he went home. So now here he sat in his favorite room in the whole house with a black eye, and a headache to match, thinking the whole time, "Will they get the bad guy?"                                                                    *  *  *