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Murder Incorporated

November 29, 2006
by Brent Kellogg

Here we go! The big story of the day!

The grand re-opening of the Indigo jazz club and the place is jumping. Funny though, no last minute invitations were required. People just showed up. And so why, you might be wondering, was the club shut down? Haven't you heard? A murder investigation took place there! This is what happens when dead bodies show up in the alley outside. Police put up that yellow do-not-cross tape and entire businesses close up until the tape is removed.

The Indigo's reopening came at the most opportune of times for one new arrival to Genoa City. Fresh off the turnip truck, Amber Moore spotted a flyer for the Indigo's re-opening at the place most newcomers to this fine city hit first; the Jitter Joint!

GRAND RE-OPENING!

Come one, come all ten, and fast, because ten persons is about all that will fit inside the club. Blow this freaking pop stand now! Jitter Joint management won't care. Owner Kevin Fisher loves competition; gives him more time to break into bank records like those of Jack Abbott.

No sooner had Amber checked out the flyer but what a friendly waitress told her the club had been closed earlier due to a murder. Nothing like a little horror to pique the interest of newcomers. After ordering a drink, Amber was stunned when a man took it away from her! Turns out that man was Professor Gerbil who, it would appear, has a drink stealing fetish in that he did the same thing at the same place to Colleen Carlton. In Carlton's case it turned out to be a good thing, however. How else would Carlton have ever fallen in love with her teacher? More

Appalled, Amber split the scene.

Seemingly hanging around the JJ like a fly hangs around cow pies, Colleen was on hand to confront the professor about his fetish which Gerbil denied. Moments later, of all the city's socialites, who should walk into the JJ but local persecutor Will Bardwell and his lady of the hour, Jill Abbott. The two spoke of Jill's sickly looking mother. With one foot in the grave, Katherine Sterling could kick the bucket at any moment. Told by Bardwell she can't prevent the inevitable, Jill's worry about the old woman disappeared like a puff of smoke and off to the Indigo did Jill go too.

Also freaking out this day like most days, Lauren Baldwin didn't want to go to no stinking night club if it meant leaving her baby behind. Besides, the umbilical cord wouldn't reach. But after some moaning and groaning and breast nipple twisting, Lauren agreed to leave without the baby only for so long as it took for her to run into long-time friend Amber.

After hubby Michael had seized the opportunity to assure club owners Neil and Dru Winters that he's on their adopted son's case, and not to worry about the fact that he's not a criminal defense lawyer, Lauren brought him up to speed on Amber. Seems Amber split Los Angeles after having a bad experience with the uppity Forresters. Saying it happened long ago, Amber didn't get into the details and spotting the Professor, dropped Lauren like a bad habit so that she, Amber this time, could swipe the professor's drink.

Suddenly spooked, Lauren called home to check on Fen-Fen and while the boy was perfectly okay, Michael could nevertheless see something wasn't right in Lauren's head and took her home.

As for the Winters, they were busy meeting and greeting when Amber arrived and did not notice that their bartender wasted no time hitting on the fresh meat. Claiming to be a songbird, Amber asked to speak with management about getting a job and was promptly pointed in the right direction. Asking if she could audition, the Winters said sorry, they already have the hottest acts this side of Barnum and Bailey. But, should Amber wish, she could leave her name and number with the bartender. In other words, don't call us, we'll call you if the bartender doesn't call first.

Down in the mouth, Amber went back to the bar and as she did something stirred in Mrs. Winters pants. Yum, that white girl is cute, Dru drooled, as both she and Neil agreed that having a dead body on the premises sure makes a difference when it comes to notoriety.

Just when things were going so good, damn but what an act booked to perform at the club said it was canceling because a woman had been murdered there! So much for notoriety. Lucky though for the Winters, and that the club is so small, Amber overheard everything. She scooted right over and asked if she couldn't fill-in.

Do bears crap in the woods?

Of course Amber could perform! Of course she'd be a hit! Even the professor was impressed. Lord have mercy, the on-the-house champagne flowed so much it made Gina Roma's giving free booze to her RoadKill Cafe customers pale by comparison.

So, never let it be said murder isn't good for business. As we saw today, if it hadn't been for Mesta's death, Amber might not have a job and the Winters might not have anything to celebrate. Who knows? They might even change the club's name to: Murder Incorporated!

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