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.