"There’s a dead nun in the school chapel." That’s what the young kid in the black leather jacket, with the red hair said whenever he was asked a question. Did he know her? There’s a dead nun in the school chapel. How did he find her? There’s a dead nun in the school chapel. What did he have for breakfast? There’s a dead nun in the school chapel. This went on for almost twenty minutes, before I let it start getting to me.
Normally I wouldn’t let some little punk, who was obviously in shock, get to me, but it was seven am, and my head was throbbing from last night’s activities. I was starting to loose my patience, which is not a good thing for someone in my line of work. Maybe I should have fixed myself a drink. Maybe that would have helped my head. I thought about doing just that, but it was at that moment that the kid decided to do something different.
He sprang up out of the chair, the one made out of jackrabbit fur, which I had gotten in Montana as a present to myself for having the spine enough to turn down the scholarship to Harvard. That chair was a good chair, and had been very comfortable to sleep off a few late night binges. This kid was now springing out of it, and sending it crashing backwards toward the filing cabinet. He gave out some sort of howl, and headed for the door, which I had remembered to shut, but my concern was for my chair.
I jumped to intercept the flight of my beloved chair, but was too late. It smacked hard into the filing cabinet, knocking several of the movies, lined along the top edge, to the floor. The red-headed kid was just getting the door open, and I looked around for something to throw at him. I picked up one of the movies and hurled it in his direction.
The kid turned to look at me before making his departure from the room, and that was his big mistake. They say that unless you make a plan, and then stick to that plan, you are bound to make a big mistake somewhere along the line. I don’t really believe this to be true. I believe that if you let things evolve around you, they will, and then you must make the correct choice of actions. This will let you avoid the big mistake. Unfortunately, this does not always work, and you must make some type of preparations for the up coming situations, then you can sit back and let the things occur. Some people say that this is like making karma work for you. I say that if that’s what it is, then good, make it work for you. Oh, and I believe in Zen driving too, but that is another story for yet another day. The kid turned his head just in time to see the side of the video box heading straight for the bridge of his nose.
He made another mistake then. He tried to duck, thereby making the video hit him squarely between the eyes. He sank like a rock that had been heaved into the water, and flopped on to the floor. I strolled over to where he had collapsed and picked up the video to return it to the top of the filing cabinet with the others. I happen to glance at the title of the video, and noticed that it was one of the many Chuck Norris movies that adorned my video collection. Way to go Chuck, another kick for justice, I thought to myself, and placed the movie back with the others.
I picked up the kid, dragged him to the closet, which was empty, because I didn’t have anything to put in there, and locked him in. I would get back to him in a little while, right now, I wanted to check the crime scene one more time for clues.
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