The Adventures of Stake-Out Detective Vol. 2

From the stake-out recordings of Phillip G. Brickbeef, private investigator:

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1:17 am, outside…I don’t know, about midway down Davenport, in front of an apartment building.

Just sitting here, watching this car burn in front of me, and boy, it is going, man…couple people are watching, but for the most part, we’re all just watching this car burn.  I don’t know if anybody’s bothered calling 911 or not.  I haven’t.  Just watching like anybody else.

I’m supposed to be watching the Pinehurst Motel, see if I can get snaps of Mrs. Jolene Yarbouro in the act.  Her husband things she’s seeing his brother.  I’m supposed to be there.

But…I don’t know, what the fuck?  I couldn’t even stop my own wife from fucking around.  Maybe that’s just what women do, who am I to pretend I should be making money off something that might just be their nature.  Maybe I’m a bit bitter about how it all ended, and I don’t particularly want to relive all of that via the soap opera of the goddamn Yarbouros right now.

So, I’m just sitting here.  I was driving along, and I saw this car burning, and I’m watching it.  If I was a poet, I might suggest there was something symbolic in that, in an old Detective Bureau washout sitting here, late at night, past his prime, past his bedtime, ignoring the tasks that pay his bills, watching a burning car.

But I’m not, so I’m just gonna sit here and try not to think.

If Mrs. Yarbouro is fucking her brother-in-law, she’ll be fucking him soon enough again, anyway.

So let’s just watch this fucker burn.

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