WE'RE NOT FINISHED! WE ARE NOT FINISHED!

Thought I was gone, eh?  Well, guess what?  This story goes on!

After Marley disappeared into the night, people thought what had happened.  Well, guess what?  Marley had faked his own death...again!

In fact, he was hiding out near the Village of Beltsville, just outside Attleboro, Massachusetts and just across the state line from Pawtucket, Rhode Island.  Recently, the town fathers there decided to reimpose the blue laws, forcing big retail stores to close on Sundays and holidays(convenience stores, gas stations, pharmacies, restaurants and bars, and the amusement places, among others were exempt from the new ordinance).  It was here that he'd started a new counting house.

Since he'd had trouble with all those people who'd caused him grief, he decided to make it a one man operation without being noticed by the feds.

"Blasted Christmas time again," Marvin snarled to himself.  "It's the same old thing every year; beggars begging for money, people asking me to buy things...and they expect me to pay for all this shit!"

"Merry Christmas, sir," a local police officer said.

"Bah, humbug!" Marvin shouted.

The cop hesitated before walking away.  He thought he'd seen that face before, but he didn't know who it was.

Going under the name of Charlie Craddock, he opened up his house called "Craddock, Inc."  It was a very gloomy one room suite, and nobody else worked there; the other rooms in the building were let out as ethnic groceries or cell phone stores.  As Marvin looked at the ledgers for one of the businesses that owed him money, his phone rang.

"Craddock speaking," Marvin grumbled.

"Craddock, you son of a bitch!" shouted the voice of an Indian woman.  "This is the 12th. checked you bounced in a row.  What have I told you?  One more, and you're outta here!"

"Woman," Marvin said.  "This is my office and..."

"I should remind you," the woman retorted, "that this is my building!  And you don't treat it with respect.  The lawyer will be calling you on Friday at noon, and you'd best have your sorry ass out of there on Monday at the close of business.  Have a nice day, Craddock!"

"Eat shit, bitch!" Marvin said as he slammed the receiver down.  Meanwhile, he looked in the Providence Journal Bulletin at the story of an American Nazi Party member named Dylan Campbell being tried for the murder of a Jewish teenager in Newport.  The prosecutor was seeking the death penalty for Campbell since the murder took place in a Newport Post Office, which is federal property.

"I hope that the bastard burns in Hell," he snarled.

There was a nock at the door.

"Stay out!" Marley shouted.

A young girl dressed in a white blouse and a pleated skirt came in.

"I told you to stay out!"

"Are you Mr. Craddock?"

"Yes, what do you want?"

"St. Philomena High School here in Beltsville is raising money to fund a hospital for small children and their families in Haiti.  I thought you'd mike to make a contribution."

"Get out!"

"Sir..."

"Get out!"

The girl left bursting into tears.  Suddenly, the door was broken down.  She'd reappeared, and this time, she had a gun in her gun.

"Empty out your vault!  And don't try anything!"

Marvin pulled out a pistol and fired at her.  The girl ducked, and the bullet ricocheted into the traffic light, causing it to explode.  Realizing that her victim had a gun on him, she took off down the street and disappeared from view.

"Bank robbers!" Marvin said.  "Devils!"

Later that afternoon, one of the girl's relations burst into the office accompanied by 2 police officers.

"That's him!" the lady said.

"What are you talking about?" Marvin retorted.

"You killed my niece!" she screamed.  "You killed her!"

"Okay, Craddock, you're coming with us!" one of the cops said.  They apprehended him, cuffed him and took him down to the police station.  "You have the right to remain silent.  You have the right to the presence of an attorney."

Meanwhile, the girl in question was watching it all in a nearby pizza joint.  "Good thinking, Aunt Sally," she whispered to herself.

To be continued....

PAUL HARVEY AT THE NORTH POLE!

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AFTER A YEAR'S DELAY....

It had taken a year to straighten out the details of the Marley trial.  There'd been rumors that he was hiding out in the Grand Cayman Islands.  Other rumors said that he was a soldier of fortune in Cuba.  But now, the trial of Marvin Marley was ready to resume with the defendant in absentia.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"No!"
"You could be held in contempt."
"All right, I'll tell the truth."

"State your name."
"S.H. Hitler."
"What do the initials stand for?"
"Seig Heil!"
"Cut the crap!"
"The witness is dismissed!"
"Fuck you!"

"Call the next witness."
"Hoya!  Hoya!  Docket #2521...."
"No, you dummy!  The nest witness!"
"There are no more witnesses."

"The prosecution rests, your honor."
"The defense rests, your honor."

"That's it!  The case is dismissed.  Court adjourned!"

So that was it!  Marvin Marley was going to get away with the murders of his clerk and his wife.  It's no wonder there's no justice in this world.

The end.

  
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KUMI'S TESTIMONY!

"Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

 "Yes."

"Ms. Tanaka, we heard that you were raped during your school days in Japan?"

 "Yes."

 "Tell us about it, please."

"When I was 14 years old, Marvin Marley was having a fall out with my father, who was a Sales Manager for the Nitchubitsu electronics firm. One day he was trying to introduce a new High Definition Television, but Mr. Marley shouted during his presentation." "Is that the new TV marketed under the Debutante HD name here in the States?" "Yes. My Father told him to get out, but he punched him in the face. I tried to help him, but he grabbed me and pulled him to his Toyota, pushed me into the back seat and sped off."

 "How long were you in there?"

 "About 5 hours. He drove through Tokyo and then out into the suburbs." "Where did he take you?" "Somewhere near Toyota City."

 "What did he do to you?"

 "He pulled me out and dragged me into a garage. There he tied me up and raped me for over 3 hours.  And while he did so, he was taking beastly photos of me.  These were photos he'd later upload to all his friends on the internet.  Anyway, my Father found us there and beat the crap outta him. He then untied me and took me to the hospital."

"Do you see the suspect?"

 "Yes."

 And Kumi pointed her finger at the defendant.

 "You bitch, I'll kill you!" Marvin shouted as he leaped up off the table and right towards her. She barely managed to escape, causing Marvin to hit the testimony bench in the jaw. He collapsed on the floor while the security guards picked him up and carried him out to a stretcher. "This trial is in recess," the judge shouted as he banged his gavel repeatedly.

For two days, Marvin Marley struggled to stay alive. He went into a coma at the end of the third day and died on Saturday night. So Marley had escaped Earthly justice, but he would have to stand before God and face his judgment. And there would be no escaping it there. At the funeral, the registry was signed by the clerk and the undertaker. Well, you can say that Marvin Marley was as dead as a doornail.

 THE END? NOT!!

 You see...Marvin Marley had faked his own death...again! You see, Marvin had substituted a mannequin the first night after he'd been brought in. And when it was discovered that he was still alive, the judge was furious! Because 2 days later, he ruled that the trial was going on without the defendant....again! What do you know about that?

 TO BE CONTINUED...

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