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The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 30)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Sun, 09/13/2009 - 09:20
“What are we going to do, Uncle Bernie?” wailed Henrietta. Piffy stared at the bomb. It wasn’t much—five sticks of dynamite, some wires, a clock and a detonator; Mike Hammer would have ignored it—but it was more than enough to send Nick and Nora Charles (or was it Bert and Ernie) to Purgatory or to Plains, Georgia, if not to Hell. He shook his head. It didn’t look good. “I don’t know, kid,” he said. “If we had more time we could do the Stations of the Cross but two or three Hail Mary’s…even if we could remember the words, isn’t going to do much.” They had ten minutes!

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (Part 27)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Sun, 08/30/2009 - 01:03
    Mrs. Cowsnofsky was furious. The worst that could possibly have happened had happened. Aisha had been snatched from under her nose! She started across the restroom toward Henrietta. ‘Hank’ was still sitting on the floor wiping at his bloody nose with the back of his hand. There was blood on his blouse and on the floor around him.   A noise came from one of the stalls, a muffled cry for help, perhaps. Mrs. C had always been a woman of action, that’s what Mr. C liked about her. She had played lacrosse in college and not on the girl’s team.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 26)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Tue, 08/25/2009 - 01:04
“Don’t you worry, Mr. Piffy,” said Cowsnofsky. “We’ll get you the best damn lawyer in England and you’ll be out of jail before those rat-bag government plumbers can aim your toilet at the good old red, white and blue.”   Piffy said something like "Tie me kangaroo down, sport,” and it was off he went.   Piffy knew the routine. At length he was ushered into the interrogation room. Deputy Chief Constable Stumble, no-smoke pipe clenched between his bulldog jaws, eyed the interrogatee silently for some time.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 22)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Thu, 08/06/2009 - 09:14
“It was on You Tube,” said the Professor. “It was a hoot. A guy named Bernard Piffy—“ He paused to look down the length of the bar. “Now where have I heard that name before?” he said. He smiled and continued: “This Piffy character attacked the grandnephew of King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia on the Kharma With Darma Show. Then he beat up some Asian kid and knocked down a Constable, appropriately named Stumble. It took three Bobbies and Darma’s masseuse to subdue him. He was a wild man.” “Not our Piffy?” groaned Joe.

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 18)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Thu, 07/16/2009 - 08:23
The Professor looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. “If I didn’t know better,” he said, “I would think this was our man Piffy, but that couldn’t be. It would be ludicrous to even think so.” “Piffy?” said Joe. “Our man in London?” Joe was proprietor of Joe’s Bar and Grille and Gun Club. “What’s he up to now?

The Search for Yaser Abdel Said (part 6)

Submitted by Denis Schulz on Mon, 04/06/2009 - 06:00

Cowsnofsky looked up from the newspaper he had been reading. “Here’s something interesting,” he said. “Some goofy tourist took off his shoe in front of the Birmingham Central Mosque in London and threw it at an Imam…Isn’t that where Piffy was going… to the Birmingham Central Mosque?”

The Professor glanced at Joe. “Piffy?” he said.

“Ah, no!” said Joe. “Not Piffy! I could get sued!”

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