01-25-2004, 12:56 AM
*Down at Aslans bar and grill Snoopy and the admiral were watching the holo channel mystery and were confounded with the show and wondered who could solvethe mystery for them......as we tune in the show begins......... 8)
"The Hotheaded Showgirl"
Solving a daylight mugging is not always a lead pipe cinch. See if you can wrench open The Pounded Plumber!
officer Todd Tally was following the rules, wearing plastic gloves and being careful not to disturb anything. Gently, he lifted the woman's forehead from the make-up table and, without turning it, peered underneath. The first thing he noticed was the shiny red dot in the middle of her forehead. "Was the victim from India?" he asked without really thinking. Of course not, he scolded himself a second later. She was a six-foot blonde showgirl with silicone implants.
Detective Leon Gordofski took a peek and broke into a soft laugh. "That's a sequin, officer. Just look around you."
Officer Tally looked around and felt embarrassed. Here they were backstage in the showgirls' dressing room at the Dark Ages Hotel and Casino. Sequins and feathers and fake pearls covered every inch of every costume and more than a few had fallen off.
The dead woman with the sequin was in a dressing gown. Blood from the gash on the back of her head matched the blood on the seat of a stool that lay cracked on the carpeted floor. The partitioned-off section of the room was littered with the signs of a fight - shattered jars of cold cream, a broken mirror, thrown hairbrushes.
"Candy Adams was known for her temper," Gordofski drawled. "She and someone must have mixed it up pretty good, although no one heard anything."
"Who's in charge around here?"
"Randy Ridgeway, stage manager." Gordofski nodded toward a short, thin man shuffling his feet out in the main dressing area.
Ridgeway saw them coming and met the officers halfway. "The Dark Ages is the newest hotel in Vegas," he explained in a whisper. "This kind of publicity is a nightmare. Plus, we open in four days and rehearsals are a mess. It didn't help that Candy was such a stickler for rules."
"What rules?" asked Tally.
"Candy was the union rep. Normally things are pretty loose, a little give and take. But Candy knew every bylaw You see this?" He pointed to the partition separating the murder scene from the rest of the large room.
"Candy was a featured showgirl, which entitled her to a private dressing area. In all my years, no one ever insisted on that - until Candy. The last thing we needed was wasting time on forgotten rules that could keep us from opening. Jobs are at stake here."
"Like yours," Tally noted. "Where were you this afternoon, just for the record?"
"Me? I got in around three. It was hectic, what with problems in the hydraulic lifts, not to mention the sharks we use for the underwater striptease. One of them's got indigestion."
"So, you were everywhere and nowhere. Did you and Candy fight a lot?"
"Candy riled everyone. Go talk to Meg Gorsham. They fought like cats and - well, cats, I guess."
Meg Gorsham was another Amazonian showgirl, the spitting image of Candy, except that Miss Gorsham was brunette and alive.
"Betty and I got here around five." She pointed to a redheaded Amazon. "We have two run-throughs tonight. And we're gonna be starting late, thanks to Candy." She didn't sound at all grief-stricken.
"We were the first here, at least that's what I thought. I guess she was back there all along, since no one saw her come in.
"I wanted to cover this up before anyone else arrived." She lowered the shoulder strap of her red-sequined costume to reveal a thin tan-line. "Candy would have told the director. We're supposed to get fined for tan-lines."
"Did the director always do what Candy said?"
"Pretty much," Meg sighed. "He's head-over-heels for her, the sap."
"Did you discover the body?"
"No, that was Jimmy Jake, costume designer."
The officers found Mr. Jake in the hallway, pinning the hem on a topless wedding gown.
"I can't pretend to be shocked," Mr. Jake testified. "Candy had a lot of enemies. She must've come into my studio for a dozen fittings. If she disliked the least little thing, she'd run to the director and try to get me fired."
Officer Tally nodded and took notes. "And when did you get here?"
"Around 3:30. The costumes arrived today. Two trucks full. The stagehands rolled in the racks and left them in front of the dressing room. When the performers came, they could find their own costumes and take them.
"After the trucks were unloaded, I walked the halls, checking the racks. Then I found a sandwich machine on the lower level and tried to relax. When I got back up here, most of the costumes had been taken. I was surprised to see that Candy hadn't picked up hers. She's usually the first one. I knocked on the showgirls' door and went inside." He preened with pride. "Everyone was loving the costumes.
"Anyway, I knocked on Candy's partition, then peeked my head around. That's when I saw her. It was around 5:45, and I made sure no one touched the body."
"5:45," Tally noted in his book. "Thank you, Mr. Jake."
Detective Gordofski walked off to interview the director of this extravaganza. Officer Tally lagged behind, reviewing his notes. There seemed to be only one person who could have killed Candy Adams, and it was one of the people he had just interviewed.
Who killed Candy Adams?
Jimmy Jake
Meg Gorsham
Todd Tally
Not sure
"The Hotheaded Showgirl"
Solving a daylight mugging is not always a lead pipe cinch. See if you can wrench open The Pounded Plumber!
officer Todd Tally was following the rules, wearing plastic gloves and being careful not to disturb anything. Gently, he lifted the woman's forehead from the make-up table and, without turning it, peered underneath. The first thing he noticed was the shiny red dot in the middle of her forehead. "Was the victim from India?" he asked without really thinking. Of course not, he scolded himself a second later. She was a six-foot blonde showgirl with silicone implants.
Detective Leon Gordofski took a peek and broke into a soft laugh. "That's a sequin, officer. Just look around you."
Officer Tally looked around and felt embarrassed. Here they were backstage in the showgirls' dressing room at the Dark Ages Hotel and Casino. Sequins and feathers and fake pearls covered every inch of every costume and more than a few had fallen off.
The dead woman with the sequin was in a dressing gown. Blood from the gash on the back of her head matched the blood on the seat of a stool that lay cracked on the carpeted floor. The partitioned-off section of the room was littered with the signs of a fight - shattered jars of cold cream, a broken mirror, thrown hairbrushes.
"Candy Adams was known for her temper," Gordofski drawled. "She and someone must have mixed it up pretty good, although no one heard anything."
"Who's in charge around here?"
"Randy Ridgeway, stage manager." Gordofski nodded toward a short, thin man shuffling his feet out in the main dressing area.
Ridgeway saw them coming and met the officers halfway. "The Dark Ages is the newest hotel in Vegas," he explained in a whisper. "This kind of publicity is a nightmare. Plus, we open in four days and rehearsals are a mess. It didn't help that Candy was such a stickler for rules."
"What rules?" asked Tally.
"Candy was the union rep. Normally things are pretty loose, a little give and take. But Candy knew every bylaw You see this?" He pointed to the partition separating the murder scene from the rest of the large room.
"Candy was a featured showgirl, which entitled her to a private dressing area. In all my years, no one ever insisted on that - until Candy. The last thing we needed was wasting time on forgotten rules that could keep us from opening. Jobs are at stake here."
"Like yours," Tally noted. "Where were you this afternoon, just for the record?"
"Me? I got in around three. It was hectic, what with problems in the hydraulic lifts, not to mention the sharks we use for the underwater striptease. One of them's got indigestion."
"So, you were everywhere and nowhere. Did you and Candy fight a lot?"
"Candy riled everyone. Go talk to Meg Gorsham. They fought like cats and - well, cats, I guess."
Meg Gorsham was another Amazonian showgirl, the spitting image of Candy, except that Miss Gorsham was brunette and alive.
"Betty and I got here around five." She pointed to a redheaded Amazon. "We have two run-throughs tonight. And we're gonna be starting late, thanks to Candy." She didn't sound at all grief-stricken.
"We were the first here, at least that's what I thought. I guess she was back there all along, since no one saw her come in.
"I wanted to cover this up before anyone else arrived." She lowered the shoulder strap of her red-sequined costume to reveal a thin tan-line. "Candy would have told the director. We're supposed to get fined for tan-lines."
"Did the director always do what Candy said?"
"Pretty much," Meg sighed. "He's head-over-heels for her, the sap."
"Did you discover the body?"
"No, that was Jimmy Jake, costume designer."
The officers found Mr. Jake in the hallway, pinning the hem on a topless wedding gown.
"I can't pretend to be shocked," Mr. Jake testified. "Candy had a lot of enemies. She must've come into my studio for a dozen fittings. If she disliked the least little thing, she'd run to the director and try to get me fired."
Officer Tally nodded and took notes. "And when did you get here?"
"Around 3:30. The costumes arrived today. Two trucks full. The stagehands rolled in the racks and left them in front of the dressing room. When the performers came, they could find their own costumes and take them.
"After the trucks were unloaded, I walked the halls, checking the racks. Then I found a sandwich machine on the lower level and tried to relax. When I got back up here, most of the costumes had been taken. I was surprised to see that Candy hadn't picked up hers. She's usually the first one. I knocked on the showgirls' door and went inside." He preened with pride. "Everyone was loving the costumes.
"Anyway, I knocked on Candy's partition, then peeked my head around. That's when I saw her. It was around 5:45, and I made sure no one touched the body."
"5:45," Tally noted in his book. "Thank you, Mr. Jake."
Detective Gordofski walked off to interview the director of this extravaganza. Officer Tally lagged behind, reviewing his notes. There seemed to be only one person who could have killed Candy Adams, and it was one of the people he had just interviewed.
Who killed Candy Adams?
Jimmy Jake
Meg Gorsham
Todd Tally
Not sure