The Bikers Wife

So
You asked me to
understand
your job

and the
difficulties
you may face

when you
go on
in the night.

No
I'm not angry
but it is hard
to be alone
when children
are asking
'Where did
daddy go?'

As I realized
that your job
is more important
than your loving
family

I left you
a note:

'You can drive your damn bike
whole night but don't wait
for me to be home when
you come back.

I took the children to
grandma. You can take them home
or leave them to her.

Elaine'

Grandma got
an angry
phone call.

I'm in
Berlin.

I'm doing
fine.

Teddybears Can't Keep Secrets

1st of December 1945

I don't know
if they
really care

where I am.

They just
chase me for fun.

I've been hiding.
Hotelrooms,
alleyways,
train stations,
they are

so alike.

One day
the murderer,
the real murderer,
will show himself,
or herself
and I'll prove.

I'll prove
I didn't
do
it.

So I'm here.
Nowhere.
And I will

tell you,
one day.
Where I were.

But now
I have to
keep the secret.

Because teddybears
can't keep
secrets.

Sincerely
yours.

Savukkeet Loppuvat Liian Aikaisin

Yhteinen yömme
oli kovin lyhyt.

Juoksit pimeyteen

sanoen:
"Ne etsivät minua,
en ole turvassa
tässä syntisten
kaupungissa."

Lähtösi

teki minut
huonovointiseksi.

Pakenin päänsärkyä
belladonnan
avustuksella

ja

taistelin
valiumilla
unettomuutta vastaan

eivätkä

savukkeetkaan
saaneet minua
rauhoittumaan.

Nyt
vaellan
yksin
täällä
syntisten
kaupungissa

ja
katuvalojen loiste
kohtaa
märät katukivet.

Taas

savukkeet loppuvat
liian

aikaisin.

Kathryn

13:sta toukokuuta 1946.
Oli tavallinen ilta.
Istuin pöytäni takana
lukien päivän lehteä,
kunnes oveen koputettiin.

Hän ei ollut
hekumallinen mysteerinen
nainen kuin Lauren Bacall
vain mukavannäköinen
mutta tavallinen
nuori neiti.

Hänen nimensä
oli Kathryn.
Sukunimeä en muista.
Sanoi
veljensä olevan ongelmissa.

Hän tarjosi minulle
500 dollaria etumaksua
ja loppu summaksi
kaksituhatta.

Jokin sisälläni sanoi:"Tässä on jotain mätää."
Valitettavasti,
olen rahanahne paska
ja otin jutun.

Kuuntelin
kuinka Kathryn
selosti veljensä tilaa.

Oli sekaantunut
oopiumia salakuljettavan
liigan toimintaan
ja nyt
häntä uhkailtiin.

"Perheesi kuolee
jos
hiiskahdat."

Perkele,
tämä taitaa
olla
urani loppu.

Julie Clayton's Fingers

It was 3rd of March 1932 when they found the body.
Her throath was cut, it was ordinary at those days,
I were new at the apparment and were waiting for
some action and my chief police-sergant Harlow ordered
me and my partner detectice Pratt to investigate the murder.

The case went on pretty normally. We questioned people and
found out her name was Julie Clayton ans she was born 1911.
She worked at the Smith's bookstore and lived at Pennington road
near by Luigi Santo's restaurant. She was just an ordinary girl.

She died very quickly to loss of blood, Only thing which
made the murder weird, no she wasn't raped, her
fingers were missing and the bones of her toes were
broken. Just like someone had driven over them.
(She was found at Willintown's football field.)

We never found the murderer. We investigated about
two months. The Only clue we got was this letter
which were sent a week after the body was found.
It said: "Now they will never broke your fingers or toes again."

There where no fingerprints.

Iltaa

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