Surveillance with a Slap

I had a simple surveillance job last night: assure my subject dropped off a loan payment. It wasn't so simple, however, when that subject just happened to be escorting Monique Courbure. She knows my car. She knows my face. She especially knows how to seek me out and act as if I'm missing something by not being with her - the last time at Tanner's in which she slobbered up half of some guy's head. Why can't this woman just get out of my life?

I knew where the drop point was supposed to be so once I spotted Monique I ditched my car and pursued on foot. It was only a five block trek and with traffic, my pace nearly matched their's. Fortunately, "my subject" dropped off the payment as instructed and all seemed well. Easy money.

However, as I sat later in Tanner's with Dennis Frohman, icy fingernails glided across the back of my neck. I looked up and there was Monique. I just stared at her.

She leaned down to me and purred. "You don't have to stalk me. You know where to find me."

For a moment I was dumbstruck but finally replied. "Who said I was following you?"

Her jaw tightened and she slapped me across the face. "You don't know what you're missing."

Dennis laughed as Monique stormed off. I simply took a swig of my Sam Adams and murmured, "Oh, yes I do."

Opening the Case Log

Chase Michael DeBarlo
April 10

This initial post is not a case, it is merely an explanation. I keep a database of all my cases as well as files on work I've completed and I've also published some of my larger adventures, yet I've decided to begin a blog. Some would say that I'm just trying to latch onto the latest fad but I simply believe it has something to do with my incessant need to journal and chronical most everything I do.

Perhaps I'll take a more personal approach with this one, use it as a means in which to spout off occassionally. I'm sarcastic enough as it is and that does come out when I share my work in the form of a published medium, however, this method just seems different. Case information will go here as well as a more raw version of what I'm feeling and experiencing at the time. In my general writing I've had more time to reflect. Not here.

Will I share this as well? This blog is on a public internet site and I can make it accessible to whomever I choose. Heh... I'll share it with my friend, Rock Rickman. He'll get a kick out of it. Actually, I do wonder sometimes whether he writes things like this or not - he's so danged reserved. Even so, he's still been more reserved than usual lately. I also had the sneaking suspicion that he moved from his apartment because he was running from something. Ah... you wonder when this move occurred? (Oh no... I'm speaking to an imaginary audience.) That happened during one of my last big cases, the System of the Dead case as I like to call it.

At the moment I'm trying to land some work. If nothing comes up today maybe I'll go tease Police Detective Len Stevens about his doughnut cravings.