Speare sipped his coffee reading through Charles Fillmore’s 12 Powers of Man as Walt Disney’s Robin Hood (1973) droned on his flat screen. It always astounded him how this movie informed a generation yet Walt Disney corporation did nothing to continually promote it like other movies. Were they afraid of inspiring generations of those that actually y’know cared about others and not just the mass accumulation of wealth no matter the human cost to get there as the be all and end all of life.
His cell phone absently vibrated, he despised the use of ringers so kept it on vibrate constantly, flipped the device open (he also did not trust Smart Phones to keep his information safe). The vibration was a good one it was a call from the Mayor’s office. The PI biz had been a bit (a lot) slow since the Church affair.
“Speare Investigations how may I direct your call.”
“Speare, we know there is only you in your apartment/office and no secretary.”
Ah the lovely mayor, Speare had known Daemon Jones for years. “Shoot Daemon what do you want?” Speare picks up the remote and pauses the DVD making sure there’s a book mark in his book. The line almost sounds like it has gone dead or his phone dropped the call.
“They’re back.” Mayor Jones states.
Speare feels the hairs on the back of his neck prick up, and some small goose bumps form on his flesh at that statement.