A Detective Story – A Very Cold Morning –
Mrs. French is married to the Fashion photographer, Mr. French. She suspects her husband is having a love affair with a Television Showgirl. Hours later, someone kills Mrs. French. Her husband is arrested for homicide. Is Mr. French responsible? If he is not the killer, who is?
THE VALLEY —My name is ….‘David Hunt.’ I work for the Fox Hunt Agency. I am a Private Investigator.
I am en route to a cocktail and coffee bar. The Vice Versa.
“Morning, Mr. Hunt,” says Mario. “Who do you and Linda Fox vote for?”
Mario is my friend. He is the owner of the café. He asks a lot of personal questions. I can tell you I like chewing gum but I do not like it on my shoes!
Unfortunately, Mario knows I do not get along with my boss and Mario also knows I am very touchy about two subjects: Linda Fox and politicians.
“Mario, would you mind? Please don’t ask questions about Linda Fox or politics. I do not vote and I hate…”
“…Sorry, do you want a coffee?”
“Yes, I do.”
Ms. October Wants David To Find The Killer
David Hunt meets Ms. October, the client.
“Welcome to the Fox Hunt Agency,” says David.
This is the first time she goes to a private investigator.
She is beautiful, American and sexy.
“Have a seat,” he says.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Where is Linda Fox?”
“I’m afraid she is away on business.”
“Are you a qualified private investigator?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Do you read the newspapers?”
“Yes, I do.”
“My brother, Mr. French, is innocent. I want you to find the real killer.”
“Ok.”
Ms. October says her brother is innocent
David Hunt is in his office with Ms. October.
“Nice to meet you,” says David.
“How do you do,” she says.
Ms. October has blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful legs.
“What can I do for you?”
“Do you read the news papers?” she asks.
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you know about my brother?”
“Yes, I do.”
“He is innocent.”
“Oh.”
“Can your Agency help me find the real killer?”
“No, I cannot.”
“Why not?”
“Unfortunately, the police do not like our agency to investigate homicides.”
Ms. October takes a cigarette. She starts to smoke.
“For the police, the case is closed,” he says.
“Is Linda Fox in her office? I want to speak to her. She is the one who has the famous name.”
David sits back in his chair.
“She is my business partner. We do everything together.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Where is she now?”
“She is on vacation.”
“Where?”
“She’s in Bermuda.”
“Who with?”
“A ‘friend’.”
“Are you sure you do everything together?”
“No. But I know Linda does not like an investigation of this type.”
“Please, my brother is a good man.
I insist that you find the real killer,” says Ms. October. “And I pay good money.”
“Really? How much?”
“Double the normal price.”
“Ok. Why do you think your brother is innocent?”
“My brother has a dangerous job.”
“What’s your brother’s job?”
“He’s a photographer.”
“Does he take photographs of wild animals?”
“Yes, he does. He is a fashion photographer. And …”
“And what …?”
“And a lot of people do not like him. A lot of people are jealous of his big success.”
“Who does your brother suspect?”
“My brother does not know.”
“The newspaper says that your brother and a Television Superstar are lovers. Is that true?”
“Yes, it is.”
“The newspaper says the murder weapon is a knife. Is that true?”
“Yes, it is. A kitchen knife.”
“And that your brother has his finger prints on it. True?”
“Yes.”
“And that his wife’s blood is on it. True?”
“Yes. The police have a kitchen knife with my brother’s fingerprints on it and blood. Her blood.”
