George Pieni And Archie-Personal Narrative

One It was a brisk September night. A statement many would take to be about the weather, and while it was brisk outside, the attitude surrounding September 15, 1953 is truly, brisk. What do I mean? Well, brisk has two meanings which can be simplified down to the words “cold” and “fast”. One could say the events that took place that night were cold-hearted and executed very quickly. Thus, many would use brisk to describe this night.

But enough of that, you came here for a suspense, mystery, and maybe even murder. Well I am here to deliver exactly that. Allow me to set the scene: September 15, 1953. Sample, Nebraska. Two small town police officers get a drink at the local pub after a long day. Their names? George Pieni and Archie

It was magnificent, it would have taken Archie years to save up for it. He figured Archie loved her a lot more than he did.Yet, it still stung that his friend was getting married to the girl he sought after. To him, the name Sarah Franklin didn’t sound right. George couldn’t bear to be there anymore

“Well it’s getting late. I’m gonna head out.” George stood up and threw on his coat

“Ok George. Hey, don’t worry about the bill we’ve got it” Archie looked at her with an undying love

“Thanks, Arch…” George had knocked back a few too many drinks that night, being responsible George did not drive. He left his car outside the pub. Knowing the worst crime ever committed in this town was loitering, he wasn’t too worried about his car. As he walked down the street the smooth jazz from surrounding clubs clashed in a beautifully chaotic echo.

George took this time to think, how could he ever just be friends with Sarah? How could he not envy his friend daily? Well, it’s at this time I will tell you, George would no longer have to worry about this predicament. It’s at this time I tell you, someone will not be making it home alive

He sluggishly arose from bed and trudged over to the phone still half asleep.

“Hello?” George groaned

“Pieni!” A stern voice shot through the phone “We need you down at the station, now!”

“Captain? What’s wrong?” George wanted a little more information before he gave up his day off

“I can’t discuss this over the phone! Get down here now!” The phone clicked

What could possibly be so important that George needed to go in today? They had other detectives. Why couldn’t Archie come in? Nonetheless, George threw on his work clothes and quickly ran a come through his matted honey colored hair.

George arrived at the station was he was quickly thrown into a car full of other detectives. Johnson, Louis and Hewberg were all preparing notes and documents. George needed to know what was happening, maybe these guys knew.

“Boys, do you have any idea where we are going?”

“No idea Pieni! We’re getting briefed when we get there.” Hewberg chimed in

Now George’s anxiety started to run high. What was with the secrecy? Why is every detective in the district being shipped off to some unknown location? George couldn’t stand not knowing