The final scene was the private vault of "Hal" Coppone. Recently released from a Philadelphia prison for the minor charge of carrying an unlicensed gun, it was anticipated that Mr. Coppone would return to his hometown of Chicago. Imagine our surprise when his machine gun bullet-ridden body was found in his private vault in the basement of the Luxington Hotel – with his personal fortune missing.
Was the killer Scoop (aka Annette), the former pickpocket turned reporter who thought she had the perfect plan for breaking into Hal’s fortress? Or was the murder committed by Ernie G. Amber (get the pun?) – aka Phil – who was a flamboyant, outspoken, cigar-chewing millionaire who needed more for his overextended poker habit? Did the local but crooked District Attorney S. Treight Harrow (aka Dave) give into his greed to take over Coppone’s gang so much that he hired a professional assassin to polish off the Chicago gangster? Was the hired killer Torchy (aka Jennie), the night club singer who carried a microphone in one hand and a tommy gun in a trombone case in the other? Could the killer have been slinky and shady Silky M. Adam (aka Katie), owner of the prominent private gentlemen’s establishment known as Everlay Club, whose husband was murdered by one of Coppone’s henchmen? Or was the murder to be masked as an explosion in Coppone’s armored limousine, set by Billy "The Kid" Thrower (aka Daryl) who was a competent pitcher for the Chicago Stock Kings, a team whose losses were "arranged" by Billy’s technique for payoffs to support his lavish lifestyle? Or could it have been Molly M. Awbsterr (aka Crystal), a prominent Chicago flapper known for her luxury apartment, expensive tastes, extravagant shopping, and her flashy Packard DeLuxe Eight Sport Phaeton, an automobile of impeccable taste … and a trap door in the back seat used to help Coppone – and now his enemies – deliver bootleg liquor around town? Or was it smooth and clever Socks (aka Jody, the owner of the Green Tables gaming house, who appeared on the surface to have no reason whatsoever to kill Hal Coppone?
The scene was set in the dining room of S.P. Keasy’s Brigadoon Place last Saturday night, where eight guests emerged in appropriate attire and full character for an evening of murder-solving adventure. Between courses of assorted appetizers & hooch, a full salad bar, and an entrée of spaghetti & meatballs and garlic toast, the group revealed many facts and accusations about the suspects around the table while attempting to conceal incriminating secrets about themselves that would divulge their motive for killing Coppone.
In the end, murder had taken a notorious victim under very unusual circumstances. One of the eight dinner guests was the killer, and they unraveled the interconnected details over Chicago cheesecake and coffee to identify the guilty party. Who did it, you ask? We’ll never tell. If we did, then you wouldn’t enjoy playing your part in the next Chicago Caper at S.P. Keasy’s Brigadoon Place!
Next time, however, I’ll ask everyone to leave their trombone cases at home.
"I believe everybody in the world should have guns. Citizens should have bazookas and rocket launchers too. I believe that all citizens should have their weapons of choice. However, I also believe that only I should have the ammunition. Because frankly, I wouldn't trust the rest of the goobers with anything more dangerous than string." -Scott Adams
Until next week --
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