CHAPTER IV: SCENE OF THE GRIME PART II

We shall we say dillyed and dallyed and sniffled and snorffled and grew increasingly more and more impatient until FAHNALLY, the desk phone rang and we all jumped to attenshun. SIMULTANEOUSLY, mind you. May be a broadway show soon. Hahaha.

Jake picked up.
"Ciccoletti here." He dispensed with the niceties I noticed.
He listened for a minute and then promptly hung up.
"Let's go gang," he said as he stood.
We go-ded, as they say and off we went like a turd of hurdles.

Jake took his detectivemobile, (previously the Batmobile I am convinced. Actually the dept got it for $50 at a swap meet I am also convinced), and I took the twins in the Rove and awayyy we went.