The Detective One

Part 32

"Why are we going back to the office?" asked Sid, "We could go to one of the other places White-not-Black visited."

"I need a cup of tea first, all this crime and corruption has given me a bad taste in my mouth."

As they drove back to the city on a back road a black sedan came up close behind them. Arthur looked in his rear view mirror, "Who's this blithering idiot?! He's right up my back end. I hate tailgaters."

"So do I."

"You don't drive Sid, apart from spaceships."

"I think it's a roust," said Fawh.

"A roust?" queried Arthur as the sedan started to overtake them. There seemed to be four gangsters in the car.

"You know where they scare you and try to run you off the road." As Fawh said that the sedan rammed the Chevrolet.

"Great," chuntered Arthur, "that's going to increase the insurance."

Fawh started pulling faces at the gangsters through the window, however the faces he pulled were incredible exaggerations, massive mouth and teeth, gigantic tongue, squished up nose. The one who was driving was a bit put off and failed to negotiate the corner properly and drove off into a public park entrance.

"Let's stop and do them over," suggested Sid.

"They may have guns," thought Arthur.

"So have we," said Sid as he got his six shooter out.

"I only have my stun pistol on me," said Arthur, "and our secret weapon there is not armed at all."

"Secret weapon?" queried Sid.

"Fawh, who else could scare a gangster car off the road like that?"

"My mother-in-law?" thought Sid.