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The Mulligan Murder
Chapter 3
''Well hello there.'' said Baxter.
Trueheart stuck his head out the bathroom and asked, ''You find something?''
''Oh yeah,'' smiled the Detective, ''Our victims laptop. Which probably means his little black book is stored inside.''
Baxter then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle filled with a liquid of unknown origin. Holding it up, he look at it cautiously.
Trueheart saw what was happening and walked over. ''Is that what I think it is?''
''I'm no lady, but I bet what's in here is Wild Rabbit.'' replied Baxter.
Pulling out an evidence bag, Trueheart held it open as Baxter slipped the bottle in. He looked to his partner and saw the disappointment in the boyishly young face. To find out that someone you once admired would be such a disgrace seemed to be taking a toll on the young officer.
Baxter reached out and put his hand on Trueheart’s shoulder.
"I know how it feels kid; I grew up a big fan of this arena ball player. Really big star, then I find out the guy's a cross dresser. To see him in a dress was quite a shock to the system.''
''Seriously?'' was all Trueheart could say.
''Yeah, He filled out a little black dress damned good!''
Breaking up Trueheart’s funk with the remark seemed to do the job, so the two continued their search. Sex toys were found and some porno vids. Otherwise there was nothing else, so it was decided to bring in the sweepers to find anything important that they missed. The next item on the list was to check with Li Morris at the morgue.
Entering the morgue was never a pleasant experience for either Baxter or Trueheart, or that fact any member of the NYPSD. It was chilly, stark and smelled of death. Even the music was at times unsettling. As they came through the double doors, Baxter and Trueheart found the chief medical examiner just finishing up on the late Ramsey Colton. Pulling the sheet over the body, Morris looked up and smiled.
''Baxter and Trueheart, what a surprise.'', he exclaimed, ''I thought Dallas and Peabody would have this s one.''
''Nah, we drew this one Morris,'' said Baxter.
''All I can is that this one is for the books. Your C.O.D. is massive head trauma caused by a projectile to the back of the skull.''
''The golf ball.'' said Trueheart
''Precisely my young officer, it struck with impact to drive bone fragments into the brain, and cause massive bleeding. Death was surely instantaneous.''
Just then a thought came to Morris and he chuckled. Baxter gave him an odd look and asked, ''What's so funny?''
''I just remembered the old 'Mulligan' joke.'' said a smiling Morris.
''First off, what the hell is a mulligan?''
''I can explain that,'' said Trueheart, ''In golf parlance, a mulligan is a do over. Say you screwed your shot; you don't count it on your overall score. The mulligan joke is a husband and wife are out playing golf, and the wife is killed by a golf ball to the back of the head.''
Morris then took over, ''At the coroner’s office, the chief medical examiner tells the husband that his wife was killed by a golf ball. It turns out that the husband himself killed his wife when she walked in front of him just as he was driving his ball down the fairway.''
Trueheart then said, ''According the coroner that explained alot, but there was still the question of the other golf ball planted rather firmly in the cheeks of her 'ahem' derriere.''
While his partner tried not to blush, Morris finished with, ''The husband then says, Well that was my mulligan.''
As Trueheart and Morris busted out laughing, Baxter watched and frowned, saying, ''I don't get it.''
Once Morris composed himself. Baxter asked, ''Speaking of golf balls, where’s our murder weapon?''
''It's with Berenski.'', replied Morris.
''Oh great,'' groaned Baxter, ''Bad golf jokes and Dickhead to deal with. Why can't I have a nice simple murder to deal with.''
In the crime lab, Richard 'Dickhead" Berenski sat at his work table with his back to everyone else when Baxter and Trueheart walked up to him. The pear shape body of the head of forensics felt the presence of two people behind, and as he turned around, Dickhead started to say, ''I'm doing the best I can Dallas, maybe if you provided a little incentive I could be....''
Seeing the head of Cop Centrals homicide division wasn't standing there, Dickhead pouted ''Oh it's you two.''
Baxter leaned forward and growled, ''Geez Dickie, just because me and my buddy Trueheart don't have titties, dosen't mean we don't have feelings. I'm so hurt.''
Berenski glowered back and whined, ''At least Dallas is willing to trade tickets for results.''
''I would rather french kiss the south end of a north bound baboon than offer you Mets tickets. Now about our murder weapon in the Ramsey Colton case.''
Dickheads expression changed as his round face lighted up, ''Oh the golf pro killed by one of his tools of trade, got it right here.''
He held the evidence bag up. Baxter took the bag and looked at it closely. To the detecive, it just looked like another golf ball.
Dickhead said proudly, ''What you're holding is the Vanguard Twevle, the latest of golf technology.''
Baxter gave a dubious sideways glance, ''So what's so special about this golf ball.''
''What's special are the dimples.''
''Dimples?'' asked Baxter,'' why are dimples so special in golf balls.''
Trueheart stepped in, ''I can tell you that, the dimples in golf balls help in air flow and wind resistance in flight. It makes them go faster and farther.''
''Right you are,'' quipped Dickhead, ''Now the V12 dimples aren't round, they’re more oval in shape. Supposed to give greater distance from what I hear.''
Trueheart responded with, ''You play golf too?''
"A little sometimes, I just can't seem to get past that damn windmill.''
A grin came to Dickhead as he said,'' I heard about Colton, sort of reminds me of the story about a guy and his old lady playing... .’’
''Don't even say it Dickhead!'' Baxter snarled, ''I already heard it. Now is there anything else you tell us.''
''You have no sense of humor Bax. But I can tell you that the Vanguard Twelve isn't ready to release for public sales for at least another two months. However, local golf pros and instructors on golf courses and clubs throughout the city have been given boxes of them to try out and pass along as gifts. Considering the boxes run fifty dollars for a set of five balls.''
''Ten dollars for a freakin' golf ball?'' cried Baxter, ''And Dallas rides my ass over the cost of my shoes. There is no justice in the world.''
Dickhead replied, ''well, here’s the real kicker. The Vanguard Twelve is put out by get this. Anders Worldwide.''
Trueheart looked over to Baxter, ''You don't think Ava Anders had something to do with this.''
Baxter rubbed his chin and said, ''I don't know Troy. You remember what a manipulative bitch she was. Plus the fact the fact Colton was a horndog for married women, whatever or not that included cougars remains to be seen. You get the lap top to EED and get them to access the files and any other info, I’ll call and set up a meeting with Benedict Forrest.''
Trueheart nodded and headed off on his errand, meanwhile Baxter leaned over Dickhead with an evil menacing grin.
''Dickie my boy,'' he said quietly, ''If I have a top one hundred list of things I loathe and hate in my life. You, golf and above all else those freaking Mets would be in my top ten, think it about next time.''
As Baxter walked away, Dickhead shuddered and said to himself, ''Gee, it’s so nice to feel wanted.''
Since the passing of his beloved Uncle Thomas Anders, Ben Forrest had put every inch of his life in persevering the memory of a great man. His death at the hands of a complete stranger wasn't bad enough, but the way the body was found, nude tied spread eagle to the bed and sexual enhancement drug injected into his blood stream. It almost destroyed Thomas Anders name and reputation. When Lieutenant Eve Dallas discovered the link between Anders death and a murder case that had Baxter and Trueheart stumped, all hell broke loose with it seemed that Forrest's uncle wife Ava Anders was behind the death. Not just Uncle Tommy's, but a complete stranger and his late uncle's father as well. Even more shocking was Ava planning his demise somewhere down the line. But thankfully Ava was stopped before she could any more harm. Now she resided behind bars awaiting trial.
So it was no surprise to Forrest to find two officers of the NYPSD sitting across for him in the corporate offices of Anders Worldwide. He had kept close ties with the police in helping to put the case against Ava Anders. However it seemed that neither Baxter nor Trueheart were there discuss Ava, but rather another murder that had ties to Anders Worldwide.
''I really don't know what to tell you Detective Baxter,'' said Forrest, ''We passed out a large number of the Vanguard Twelve to many of golf pros and instructors throughout the world and off planet.''
''Including one Ramsey Colton, former pro turned instructor the Queens Woods Country Club.'' responded Baxter.
Leopold Walsh, standing to the left of Forest’s desk, winched upon hearing the name. "Oh the Ladies man, a most randy sexual animal I've had the displeasure of meeting.''
Trueheart chimed in, ‘When was that ?''
''About three years ago, I had to fill in for Mr. Forrest while he was overseas. Mr. Anders needed a partner when he was playing against a potential client who had Colton as his partner. While he played a superb game, I believe he was too distracted by women players on the course. Especially those with wedding rings.''
Baxter then asked, ''Did Ava Anders ever meet Colton?''
Walsh looked to Forrest, who then replied, ''Not that I know of, you should remember that my dear aunt wasn't into golf or sports of any kind.''
Baxter noted, ''Just money, and lots of it.''
Ben Forrest nodded, ''Thanks to Lieutenant Dallas, Detectiver Peabody, and you two. My uncle’s good name hasn't been tarnished by that woman. The Vanguard 12 will do a lot to restore the Anders World Wide brand.''
''Then I guess you don't know that's what killed Colton'' said Baxter as both Forrest and Walsh looked on in shock.
Chapter 3
''Well hello there.'' said Baxter.
Trueheart stuck his head out the bathroom and asked, ''You find something?''
''Oh yeah,'' smiled the Detective, ''Our victims laptop. Which probably means his little black book is stored inside.''
Baxter then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle filled with a liquid of unknown origin. Holding it up, he look at it cautiously.
Trueheart saw what was happening and walked over. ''Is that what I think it is?''
''I'm no lady, but I bet what's in here is Wild Rabbit.'' replied Baxter.
Pulling out an evidence bag, Trueheart held it open as Baxter slipped the bottle in. He looked to his partner and saw the disappointment in the boyishly young face. To find out that someone you once admired would be such a disgrace seemed to be taking a toll on the young officer.
Baxter reached out and put his hand on Trueheart’s shoulder.
"I know how it feels kid; I grew up a big fan of this arena ball player. Really big star, then I find out the guy's a cross dresser. To see him in a dress was quite a shock to the system.''
''Seriously?'' was all Trueheart could say.
''Yeah, He filled out a little black dress damned good!''
Breaking up Trueheart’s funk with the remark seemed to do the job, so the two continued their search. Sex toys were found and some porno vids. Otherwise there was nothing else, so it was decided to bring in the sweepers to find anything important that they missed. The next item on the list was to check with Li Morris at the morgue.
Entering the morgue was never a pleasant experience for either Baxter or Trueheart, or that fact any member of the NYPSD. It was chilly, stark and smelled of death. Even the music was at times unsettling. As they came through the double doors, Baxter and Trueheart found the chief medical examiner just finishing up on the late Ramsey Colton. Pulling the sheet over the body, Morris looked up and smiled.
''Baxter and Trueheart, what a surprise.'', he exclaimed, ''I thought Dallas and Peabody would have this s one.''
''Nah, we drew this one Morris,'' said Baxter.
''All I can is that this one is for the books. Your C.O.D. is massive head trauma caused by a projectile to the back of the skull.''
''The golf ball.'' said Trueheart
''Precisely my young officer, it struck with impact to drive bone fragments into the brain, and cause massive bleeding. Death was surely instantaneous.''
Just then a thought came to Morris and he chuckled. Baxter gave him an odd look and asked, ''What's so funny?''
''I just remembered the old 'Mulligan' joke.'' said a smiling Morris.
''First off, what the hell is a mulligan?''
''I can explain that,'' said Trueheart, ''In golf parlance, a mulligan is a do over. Say you screwed your shot; you don't count it on your overall score. The mulligan joke is a husband and wife are out playing golf, and the wife is killed by a golf ball to the back of the head.''
Morris then took over, ''At the coroner’s office, the chief medical examiner tells the husband that his wife was killed by a golf ball. It turns out that the husband himself killed his wife when she walked in front of him just as he was driving his ball down the fairway.''
Trueheart then said, ''According the coroner that explained alot, but there was still the question of the other golf ball planted rather firmly in the cheeks of her 'ahem' derriere.''
While his partner tried not to blush, Morris finished with, ''The husband then says, Well that was my mulligan.''
As Trueheart and Morris busted out laughing, Baxter watched and frowned, saying, ''I don't get it.''
Once Morris composed himself. Baxter asked, ''Speaking of golf balls, where’s our murder weapon?''
''It's with Berenski.'', replied Morris.
''Oh great,'' groaned Baxter, ''Bad golf jokes and Dickhead to deal with. Why can't I have a nice simple murder to deal with.''
In the crime lab, Richard 'Dickhead" Berenski sat at his work table with his back to everyone else when Baxter and Trueheart walked up to him. The pear shape body of the head of forensics felt the presence of two people behind, and as he turned around, Dickhead started to say, ''I'm doing the best I can Dallas, maybe if you provided a little incentive I could be....''
Seeing the head of Cop Centrals homicide division wasn't standing there, Dickhead pouted ''Oh it's you two.''
Baxter leaned forward and growled, ''Geez Dickie, just because me and my buddy Trueheart don't have titties, dosen't mean we don't have feelings. I'm so hurt.''
Berenski glowered back and whined, ''At least Dallas is willing to trade tickets for results.''
''I would rather french kiss the south end of a north bound baboon than offer you Mets tickets. Now about our murder weapon in the Ramsey Colton case.''
Dickheads expression changed as his round face lighted up, ''Oh the golf pro killed by one of his tools of trade, got it right here.''
He held the evidence bag up. Baxter took the bag and looked at it closely. To the detecive, it just looked like another golf ball.
Dickhead said proudly, ''What you're holding is the Vanguard Twevle, the latest of golf technology.''
Baxter gave a dubious sideways glance, ''So what's so special about this golf ball.''
''What's special are the dimples.''
''Dimples?'' asked Baxter,'' why are dimples so special in golf balls.''
Trueheart stepped in, ''I can tell you that, the dimples in golf balls help in air flow and wind resistance in flight. It makes them go faster and farther.''
''Right you are,'' quipped Dickhead, ''Now the V12 dimples aren't round, they’re more oval in shape. Supposed to give greater distance from what I hear.''
Trueheart responded with, ''You play golf too?''
"A little sometimes, I just can't seem to get past that damn windmill.''
A grin came to Dickhead as he said,'' I heard about Colton, sort of reminds me of the story about a guy and his old lady playing... .’’
''Don't even say it Dickhead!'' Baxter snarled, ''I already heard it. Now is there anything else you tell us.''
''You have no sense of humor Bax. But I can tell you that the Vanguard Twelve isn't ready to release for public sales for at least another two months. However, local golf pros and instructors on golf courses and clubs throughout the city have been given boxes of them to try out and pass along as gifts. Considering the boxes run fifty dollars for a set of five balls.''
''Ten dollars for a freakin' golf ball?'' cried Baxter, ''And Dallas rides my ass over the cost of my shoes. There is no justice in the world.''
Dickhead replied, ''well, here’s the real kicker. The Vanguard Twelve is put out by get this. Anders Worldwide.''
Trueheart looked over to Baxter, ''You don't think Ava Anders had something to do with this.''
Baxter rubbed his chin and said, ''I don't know Troy. You remember what a manipulative bitch she was. Plus the fact the fact Colton was a horndog for married women, whatever or not that included cougars remains to be seen. You get the lap top to EED and get them to access the files and any other info, I’ll call and set up a meeting with Benedict Forrest.''
Trueheart nodded and headed off on his errand, meanwhile Baxter leaned over Dickhead with an evil menacing grin.
''Dickie my boy,'' he said quietly, ''If I have a top one hundred list of things I loathe and hate in my life. You, golf and above all else those freaking Mets would be in my top ten, think it about next time.''
As Baxter walked away, Dickhead shuddered and said to himself, ''Gee, it’s so nice to feel wanted.''
Since the passing of his beloved Uncle Thomas Anders, Ben Forrest had put every inch of his life in persevering the memory of a great man. His death at the hands of a complete stranger wasn't bad enough, but the way the body was found, nude tied spread eagle to the bed and sexual enhancement drug injected into his blood stream. It almost destroyed Thomas Anders name and reputation. When Lieutenant Eve Dallas discovered the link between Anders death and a murder case that had Baxter and Trueheart stumped, all hell broke loose with it seemed that Forrest's uncle wife Ava Anders was behind the death. Not just Uncle Tommy's, but a complete stranger and his late uncle's father as well. Even more shocking was Ava planning his demise somewhere down the line. But thankfully Ava was stopped before she could any more harm. Now she resided behind bars awaiting trial.
So it was no surprise to Forrest to find two officers of the NYPSD sitting across for him in the corporate offices of Anders Worldwide. He had kept close ties with the police in helping to put the case against Ava Anders. However it seemed that neither Baxter nor Trueheart were there discuss Ava, but rather another murder that had ties to Anders Worldwide.
''I really don't know what to tell you Detective Baxter,'' said Forrest, ''We passed out a large number of the Vanguard Twelve to many of golf pros and instructors throughout the world and off planet.''
''Including one Ramsey Colton, former pro turned instructor the Queens Woods Country Club.'' responded Baxter.
Leopold Walsh, standing to the left of Forest’s desk, winched upon hearing the name. "Oh the Ladies man, a most randy sexual animal I've had the displeasure of meeting.''
Trueheart chimed in, ‘When was that ?''
''About three years ago, I had to fill in for Mr. Forrest while he was overseas. Mr. Anders needed a partner when he was playing against a potential client who had Colton as his partner. While he played a superb game, I believe he was too distracted by women players on the course. Especially those with wedding rings.''
Baxter then asked, ''Did Ava Anders ever meet Colton?''
Walsh looked to Forrest, who then replied, ''Not that I know of, you should remember that my dear aunt wasn't into golf or sports of any kind.''
Baxter noted, ''Just money, and lots of it.''
Ben Forrest nodded, ''Thanks to Lieutenant Dallas, Detectiver Peabody, and you two. My uncle’s good name hasn't been tarnished by that woman. The Vanguard 12 will do a lot to restore the Anders World Wide brand.''
''Then I guess you don't know that's what killed Colton'' said Baxter as both Forrest and Walsh looked on in shock.
