Across the Street from Louisburg Square, A Drunk Resides

"Did they ever find the hit-and-run driver?"

Flanagan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, the police never found him.  Now, I really don't know if O'Hara ever did.  Some say he did; others say he didn't."

'What do you think, Flanagan?"

"I don't he did.  He's still too d**n bitter and he's such a vengeful Mick, I'd think getting that guy would have changed him some."

"I suspect you're right. I suppose we've got other places to go."

"Yep, one more stop.  Louisburg Park."

Flanagan was a little gabbier on this leg of the trip.  He finally gave me some info on his strange partnership with O'Hara and Brown.  It seems that Brown hired him to drive Molly to their meeting places and O'Hara paid him to keep an eye on Mr. Brown's other escapades.  It seems the old man couldn't control his little girl any longer, so at least, he could keep this cheating attorney from doing his little girl any more wrong than he already was.

You can't get much snootier than Louisburg square, a pretentious little park among the well-bred gentry, reserved and preserved for the well-to-do to do charming things every now and then.  Why there is a statue of old Christopher Columbus standing behind that wrought iron fence I'll never know. 

With no place to park, Flanagan dropped me off in front on McCarty's Newsstand, a sliver of a business that dealt more in high-priced cigars than it did in newspapers, though old Miss McCarty, some wealthy dude's half-wit, bad reputation daughter who was given this place to keep her busy, did sell a few.

After I got out, Flanagan rolled down his window and said, "You see that guy over there, asleep against those trash cans out behind the store.'

"Yea.  You mean the guy in the dirty hospital scrubs?"

"Yea, that's him.  You need to go over and ask him about Miss Molly and Mr. Brown."


"Oh, you'll find out soon enough.  Everybody calls him Teddy.  But his name is in fact, Robert Theodore Brown III."

"Of the lawyer Browns."

"Yep.  He's Mr. Brown's seldom mentioned half-brother.  Lost his mind in some Japanese prison camp along with his leg."


Flanagan went off to circle the Beacon Hill streets for awhile.  And I didn't know where to start except to walk on over and meet Teddy.


"Yea.  Who in the h*ll are you?"

I pulled out my badge, "Lieutenant Ian MacKenzie, Mr. Brown."  I could tell that the Mr. Brown mention took him by surprise. 

"Look I didn't do nothing, copper."

"I know you didn't, Teddy.  I'd just like to know if you can tell me anything about a Miss Molly O'Hara."

It took four five dollar bills and a bottle of Four Roses, but he told me plenty.  He told me all about the sexual ways of his fair haired younger brother and hinted at some illegal shenanigans, but nothing all that specific.  But I did find out what Mr. O'Hara wanted me to find out.  He hated his brother and everything he's brother had in his life, except for one thing.  Mr. Benjamin Brown's lovely wife, Amy.  Before the war, Amy and Teddy, they were the couple; after the war, Benji stepped in.

Oh, yes.  One more thing.  Teddy killed a man one day and he told me all about it.  A  sadistic Japanese officer by name of Tanaka.  It cost him his leg, burned away one inch at a time.

Benjamin never went to war.  He stayed home.

I slipped Teddy another five and then crossed the street to wait for Flanagan to come by again.

The End

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