I need information on a suspect I was looking for. So I decided to visit Jim Clive. He was a little weird, but he was always good at gossip.
I drove to his house. I knocked on the front door, but he didn't answer. So I went to the back of his house.
In a corner, he had dug out a large pit and filled it with muddy water; he was lying in that pit, at the moment! Like I said, he was a little weird!
He smiled, when he saw me. "Barefoot Jenny, nice to see you again! Join me."
I sat down at the side of the pit. Then I took my sandals off, rolled up my pants legs, and put my feet in the muddy water! I did that sometimes, when I visited him.
He smiled. "Is this a social visit, or do you need information?"
Fishing in my pocketbook, I pulled out five $100 bills and showed them to him.
He smiled. "This must be pretty important!"
I nodded. "I'm looking for a guy named William Gomez."
He shook his head. "He's a very dangerous man. I'd stay away from him, if I was you, Jenny. And you can keep your money, too."
"I have no choice. A client wants me to find him, and he's paying big for it."
He nodded. "He can be found at a club called the Pink Pantie. He's a big bald-headed dude—AAAAAAAAAH!"
He had been shot!
Quickly, I pulled out my gun and looked around. I saw a man a few yards away. I shot a few times.
I got him!
Then I got into the pit and cradled Jim's head.
"Did you get him?"
"I sure did!"
"Was he Big Will?"
"I don't know. Right now, I want to help you."
"Never mind me. I won't be around much longer—I can tell."
Sadly, I could tell, also.
He looked at me and smiled. "I see you're getting muddy, after all!"
I also smiled. "Yep!" Then I grew serious. "I'm sorry, Jim."
"It's OK. Canaries don't have long lines. I'm just glad you're here with me."
I choked up. "Me too, Jim."
"Kiss me, please."
I kissed him.
And that was all.
I cried. Despite is eccentricities, he was a good guy, and he gave me some good information, in the past. Then I got out of the pit and called Lt Kirschenbaum.
It was indeed Big Will. With Carl's help, I was able to avoid a second degree murder charge.
I used the money I was going to give Jim to instead give him a decent funeral; it was the least I could do.