Dick Tracy

Stuck in traffic on my way home, a semi in front, behind and beside me. I decided if I were to write a detective novel, it would start something like this:

It was raining outside the night the front door was kicked in. I took one long drag of my cigarette and dropped it on the table at the sound of foot striking door. My lit cigarette slipped

my fingers and caught the note on the table ablaze. At this point the door was opens the table cloth was on fire, and I had jumped out the fire escape....

I'm no detective... or detective novelist. Choose your own adventure... choose your own ending.