Private (Third) Eye - Ambling

I was walking but I didn't know where. Like a monkey skippering an old Tea Clipper I had no heading. You might say I was headless. You might but I knew what was underneath my hat. A voice rang out. "You there. The one with the head" (see). I turned as the waitress from the Usual ran up to me. I'd been here before. The thrill of action can be a turn on for some dames. I looked her up and down. Then up again. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me honey?" Just like a shopping trolley her eyes were all over the place. "No, there's a gun in my pocket." She pulled out a piece. "It's the one that ogre had. It seemed really odd that you'd leave it there for him when he wakes up." I liked this girl. Not only was she a decent citizen doing what little she could to make a difference, she also had legs that went all the way up to her body. The great rack just made her easier to appreciate. "What's your name kid?" She flashed a ten dollar smile and pulled the trigger. She was spirited. We both stood there waiting to see what happened. "I realised the gun had blanks in it when you weren't hit at point blank range." So she was a little crazy, I wasn't going to hold that against her. "Honey I dodged those bullets." I did, I'm just that good. She took out the clip, I guess she learnt how from watching cop shows, and showed me the blank cartridge. "If he was firing blanks then where did these come from?" I lifted my right arm. There were three perfect little holes. I'm not a guy to tell tales but she swooned a little. They all swoon a little. I took the gun and tipped my hat. Always leave them wanting more. Also I'd seen that the Usual was on fire and I didn't want any part of that. I skipped away thinking for the first time this year that I really should replace this moth eaten old raincoat. I thought of the dead coffee pot. My coat deserved better.