The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 8: Flying to Japan

The flight to Hawaii was routine. I sat in a window seat and mostly looked out. There’s a lot of water between LA and Hawaii. Bunch of clouds, too, but mostly water. Would hate to have to swim back home.

not having the comforting weight of Wilma in her snug shoulder holster under my coat. It was love at first sight. Those sleek lines, the massive power she projected; I just knew I had to have her. First chance I got, I took her to the shooting range and had the wild experience of firing a gun most Private Dicks would give their right testicle for. She roared loud and slammed those huge rounds into the backstop with enough force to shake dust off the ceiling. She had already served me well during the Case of the Kidnapped Countess, blowing away Skinny Lister just as he was about to plant a couple .45 slugs into yours truly. Served