Millie Is Missing

I stepped out of 30th Street Station on the Market Street side. It was a little after eight in the evening. Parked directly in front of me at a meter was my Morgan. The old man was sitting in the front passenger seat. K was in the back.

I returned to Philly as quickly as I could after speaking with TJ.

"Doo Wop's dead?"

"Murdered. Beaten to death. Mrs. D. found him in his studio when she got home."

"Where are her boys?" What the hell was going on? Who would want to hurt that sweet old man?

TJ said, "They’re on their way. What do you want to do?"

"Can you pick me up?"

"No, busy, sorry. I can drop the car, though."

I had to think… "Park it on 30th, bring K, leave the keys in the ignition. Call Mrs. D., tell her I'm on my way. Where's Kelly?"

"Mrs. D.’s already expecting you, Kelly's out-of-state, no idea where or when she'll be back."

"Talk later, stay in touch."

The Morgan Motor Company was founded in 1910 by Harry Frederick Stanley Morgan. It is a British company. Morgan is located in Malvern, Worcestershire and today employs approximately 160 people. All of their cars are hand assembled. The waiting list for a new car runs between one and two years.

My Morgan is a Plus 8, the lightest V8 passenger car in the world. It has a BMW 4799CC engine with max power of 367 horse power. The top speed is, can you believe it, 155 miles per hour. Mine is sport yellow. Very cool.

I slid into the driver seat. K gave me a big, wet kiss. Uncle Moe wanted to know how I was.

"I'll tell you how I am… My head hurts like hell, where have you been?"

"Laddie, you got yourself a wee boomp on the head. You're not processing quite right, are ye now?"

"You mean bump, don't ya?"

"Aye, that's what I said, boomp".