A DHS project.......TBA

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July 25, 1946 - 10:47PM
Hollywood, CA
A nondescript 1940 Plymouth Deluxe sits idling.....

Detective Sam Palmer looks intently out of the glistening front windshield as a steady rain beats down around him. The streets are quiet, save for the low rumble of his Plymouth and an occasional honking from traffic nearby........ For now.

“Three……days. Three days of this stuff. Nobody here knows what to do when it rains for three days, let alone one day. Lasted longer than most of my relationships I tell ya." *humph*

"Been here long enough to know that the citizens of this town don’t like anything messing with their perfect day. A strange town it is. Parties. Nightlife. Stars. Starlets. Glitz. Glamour. A bunch of fluff nonsense if you ask me. People love their movie stars though…..and this place is full of em…..or at least people who think they are.

New clubs……restaurants…....Seem to pop up all the time these days…Everybody in the industry loves the new spots….Even the five and dime is fancier than anything I was used to from my days in Jersey…..Keeps me busy……busier than you might think…Plenty of stuff you don’t see though…. It’s there…….If you look hard enough.

Runnin’ this beat for near 34…no 35 years now. Lots changed in that time. I got older…….heavier……..meaner most around here say. Everyone’s got a “Everything they say about me is true line”….I’m no different…….Even the made up stuff I’m sure. A good story is a good way to keep folks in line…….Or off your back.”

Sam leans forward to slightly turn up the music.

“Good tune” he mutters as he adjusts the dial before leaning back …..”Had an incident at the bowl a few months back……Band was there….Free concert…….Perks of the job and all that” he says sarcastically.

“Been busy lately……beat cops calling in all sorts of characters….something weird here…something weird there…..full moon?......the weather?.....I don’t buy it….Maybe it’s just this town.”

The Plymouth’s police radios cackles slightly in the background

“For some reason, cap thinks I need a partner…….I’ve managed to run six of em off……No reason to stop now I suppose……Some kid from back east or something…City kid…..Don’t know if they think i need help, or just trying to replace me…..Maybe a bit of both….Weird name he's got........What kind of name is Lll......”

Sam is abruptly cut off by the police radio..

“Sam… need you over at the hotel…..10-37….patrol 6 on site.”

“Again?” Sam says to the radio incredulously and no one in particular……”One of these days I’ll be able to respond back…..Probably better if I can’t I guess……Third trip this week and nothing to show for it” as he sighs to himself.

“Well…we’re off….Let’s see what kind of trouble we can find tonight.”

The headlights from Sam’s Plymouth flicker briefly before shining brightly on the parked car ahead. The rain continues to fall, pinging off the vehicle and puddling on the boulevard as he shifts and pulls slowly out into late night traffic. He eases the radio dial back up, humming to himself another tune. A small distraction to occupy the 5-minute drive on the way to his next case.​

 

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Awesome! I love what I'm seeing so far, you really get a tower of terror and noir feeling from this.

 

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July 27, 1946 - 3:21PM
Hollywood, CA
Inside the bullpen of Police Precinct #6

Already on his 3rd cup of coffee since arriving on duty a few short hours earlier, Detective Sam Palmer leans back in his chair studying the patrolman’s report and his own notes from the hotel “incident” a few days earlier .....

“That amounted to a big waste of time…..Lady insisted she’d seen and heard something, but we couldn’t find any evidence to the fact……nuthin…....Besides the SOLD sign that looked new…..though even it had seen better days.” Sam takes another sip of coffee.

“Shame…..nice place that hotel, once the nicest in Hollywood…not that I’d ever stay…..Just sitting there……Looked like a few letters from the marquee were falling off…….nature really seems to have taken ahold of it lately…..Hard to imagine anyone trying to get in there……tslocked up pretty good…..Imagine some kids up to some monkey business though…..probably a little too curious to see what’s still inside I suppose.” Sam trails off as he takes a few more sips of coffee.

"Tried the county recorder’s office….See if we could check for any new owners….Their having their own issues of their own, what with a water main break flooding out the whole place…..That and the number for the agent were dead ends……Maybe that paperwork will dry out in a week or so and we can do some digging......When the new kid gets here, I already got an assignment for him"

As Sam finishes off yet another cup of coffee and files away the hotel report among the growing caseload on his desk, officers escort a tall, lanky fellow through the pen back into booking.

"Get a load of that guy." Sam mutters……"Looks like he stepped out of a Detective Comics issue in that getup…..that or he missed his calling for the silent pictures with that face."…..Sam chuckles at himself for that one and glances at his watch.

"Better get going….Got a 4:30 over at the Studio…..Seems their latest starlet hasn’t shown up for her first day of filming and the suits are worried…..Probably more about their schedule than the girl, but we’ll go check it out. This isn't unusual.... Star flakes out.... Goes "missing".....We find em a few days later.....Way things been lately?......As he looks back towards booking......"Who knows?"

With that, Sam slides back from his desk, grabs his fedora and steps out from the precinct onto the rain-soaked streets of Hollywood, now glistening under a beaming, sundrenched sky. Another mystery in Hollywood awaits.​

 

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Aug 2, 1946 - 9:15 AM
Hollywood, CA
Sunset Blvd

Detective Sam Palmer, out for a morning cup of joe and to stretch his legs, makes his way from Hollywood towards Sunset and eventually back to his precinct.

“Aaaaaah……That’s a good cup….Sure beats whatever that stuff is back at the precinct.” Ding. Ding…..The sounds of the now distant streetcar on Hollywood Blvd fades in the distance.

“What day is it?......Last couple of weeks all been kinda running together…..Night bleeds into day……Day turns into night…….No leads on that missing actress yet…..Folks at Silver Screen didn’t have any ideas what coulda happened…..You can imagine how interviews went…..Weird though….whoever it was, made a mess………room all tossed……even the door jam was busted open on all sides.”

Now back at the precinct, Sam makes his way back into the precinct before he’s stopped by the desk sergeant.

“Hey Sam. Captain wanted me to tell you your new guy is delayed back East. Won’t be here for another few days. Knew you’d be thrilled.” the desk sergeant relays as he tries to muffle a laugh.

“Oh yeah….the new guy.” Sam mutters to himself. “Almost managed to forget about him…….This is a hot mess he’s walking into…..We got a file on this kid?” The desk sergeant shrugs in response.

As Sam sags down into the worn leather chair at his desk, he glances at a days old police bulletin strewn over a case file that can’t escape his field of vision.

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“Not sure if we should take pride in that or not……..humph…….Most of that nonsense are my cases……or this place.” as he scans over the missing cars and the escapee from last week. “Guess at least the hotel isn’t on there……Sure the guys around town would get a kick out of us chasing our tails over nothing out there.” Sam either purposefully or tiredly misses the details on the county offices being closed, impacting his hotel "case". Before he has a minute to collect his next thought, the desk sergeant pops his head in the bullpen.

“Almost forgot to tell ya….the guys over at the Recorder's Office said the guys got that pipe issue under control…..They’ll see what they can dig up for you on that hotel after they dry out.” Sam nods at the sergeant, too weary to crack a joke or respond.

“Fine time for some new kid to show up……We obviously can use the help with all of this going on…..He better be up for it is all i got to say……Don’t need some rook slowing me down in the middle of this.” as he gestures towards the case files on his desk.

As Sam mulls all of that for a minute, he leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and hums some classic Benny Goodman to himself. A brief moment of clarity in the middle of a humdinger of a time in Hollywood.

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