Gertrude Creative Writing

The sharp burst of lighting cut through the darkness of the room and illuminated my ex-wife. If I were in my right mind I would have sent her packing back to her lake house in the Hamptons. But I let her stay for the rest of the night. She needed my help and I couldn’t bring myself to flout her. God forbid something were to happen to the broad, well, I’d censure myself for the rest of my life. For the mean time, Gertrude would be adjunct to my life and I would have to put up with it.
A long chat and a bottle of whisky later she filled me in on every dirty detail of her belligerent attitude towards her recent beau. But this man was not any beau. He was the most dangerous sort in all of Brooklyn. A mob leader in his own right, the man had been known to defile the lives of any man or woman that ruffled his feathers.
“Oh, Chester. You can’t possibly leave me here.” My galling ex crooned at me. I didn’t dignify her with a response, but instead put on my hat and gave her a slight bow before I closed my office door. I had to get my head straight, it was far too coincidental for Gertrude to show up back in my life the same time as Ms. Silverfox’s mysterious case. There had to be a reason for all of it, and I was going to find out the truth. There was no incantation I could use to find the truth, but, being the greatest detective in New York, I didn’t need one. The news of Mr. Silverfox’s murder had been heralded through the press that very morning and I knew there would be others in the ferm looking for clues. And then there was the anomalous situation with my ex and her mobster lover. Neither of us officiated a compliance that I would help her, but I had to. No matter how many times I had once wished her dead. I would have to be diligent while working on both cases, otherwise I would end up in the