ICYMI: Read: “The Times Square Terrorist – Part I”
ICYMI: Read “The Times Square Terrorist – Part II”
ICYMI: Read “The Times Square Terrorist – Part III
And they did. Daisy called Michelle at 10 p.m. on Friday with the news. In a number of the offices they searched, the police had found massive amounts of confetti (in boxes marked with false contents), ready to be unpacked, and a number of huge machines programmed to spew the confetti out the window at midnight on New Year’s Eve. And this wasn’t the confetti that was part of the “official” celebration. Seemed like this was killer confetti.
According to Daisy, the cops had hit paydirt in the twentieth office they searched, where they discovered a thirty-year-old multimillionaire, a computer genius stoned out of his skull, busily using a box cutter on boxes of confetti. When questioned, he readily confessed to being the Times Square Terrorist. His girlfriend had given him the boot a few months before, and he said it annoyed him to think of everyone else in the world living it up on New Year’s Eve when he didn’t even have a date. “I wanted to share the misery,” he admitted.
“Can you believe that?” Michelle asked, continuing, “being willing to pull that kind of a stunt, just because you don’t have a date for New Year’s? I mean, come on. How crazy is that?”
“But wait there’s more,” Daisy said. “Here’s the best part. Uh no, I guess I mean this is the worst part. He was arranging for an extra, super amount of confetti to be dropped on the area of Times Square that is set aside specifically for the handicapped on New Year’s Eve. He figured that this group would find it especially hard to deal with the confetti onslaught, so he was planning for extra coverage there. Can you imagine?”
“That’s outrageous. Well, I mean, the whole thing is outrageous. But going out of your way to target the handicapped, that is so sick. Beyond the beyond.”
“I know, you’re right. The whole thing is pretty disgusting.” Daisy sighed. “ Gotta admit he was pretty clever though.” She went on to explain that all of the office space he had rented was actually subleased, so apparently he had circumvented the checks that would normally accompany renting that much office space. Money was no object in accomplishing his goals, and he had spread quite a bit of it around.
Both were quiet for a moment.
Then Daisy said, “Forget about that character. I want to talk about you. I’m proud of you, kiddo. You cracked this case. I did what you asked. I didn’t reveal your name, but I did say that I had gotten the confetti tip from a source, who also happens to be a friend. And guess what? Tonight, just an hour ago in fact, I was called in to work and asked to go to the office of THE MAN himself. The head honcho, the Police Commissioner. Boy, does he work late. Anyway, he wants you to come to the office someday so that he can meet you and thank you in person. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’d offer you a job.”
Michelle let out with a long slow whistle, then said. “WOW, that’s all I can say. Just WOW. That would be a fantastic honor to meet him.” She paused, then added, “But if the offer of a job were to come up? Not for me right now. I HAVE a job, and have to keep my priorities straight. Finishing college is first on the list. Then maybe…well, who knows.”
“You might not want to work for Chief of Police Jim Cunningham forever. Oh, but this is funny. The Commish told me he had placed an after-hours call to your boss to tell him the whole story. He wanted you to get some credit. When Cunningham heard the story, his response was, “Not a bit surprised. That little lady has the instincts of a Sherlock Holmes.”
“Whoa! I’m coming up in the world,” Michelle said. “I would have expected him to compare me to Nancy Drew.”
They both laughed. Before she hung up, Daisy said, “Talk to you soon. Don’t be surprised if I call you on a consult, Nancy.”
Michelle smiled as she hung up the phone. Merry Christmas to me — and to the city, she was thinking. And, even more important, Happy New Year.
Ten days later……………..
At 3 p.m. on New Year’s Eve as Michelle cleared her desk and prepared to leave the office, she was in a mellow mood. All was right with her world. It had been a good year, and she had helped solve a case that could have been a major disaster for New York City, its residents and visitors. And thanks to Daisy, she had made an important contact – the New York City Police Commissioner.
Yippee! Ya gotta believe.
Most of all, she felt lucky to have a wonderful date by the name of Andrew for New Year’s Eve.
So what if he’s only six years old and has trouble pronouncing the word confetti?
Just as well, she figured. For tonight, confetti belonged on the back burner.
Original publication by Kings River Life Magazine.
Author Gail Farrelly grew up in The Bronx and now resides in Bronxville, NY. Having a doctorate in accounting from George Washington University, she’s taught in several universities and published numerous articles in business and academic journals. Learning about the murderous politics of academic life turned her mind to crime. The fictional kind, of course!
Her first mystery, “Beaned In Boston,” in which a lecherous professor perishes even though he was well published, was named to the Washington Irving Book Selection List. Her short story, “Even Steven,” was nominated for a Derringer Award. Gail writes spoofs for the Yonkers Tribune Webpaper, YonkersTribune.com, and for a British website, TheSpoof.com. Gail shares a Website, http://www.farrellysistersonline.com/, with her sister Rita, also a mystery writer.