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Historical Society should be consulted since this had to do with defacing one of the French Quarter’s original sites. Who were they kidding? This was a titty bar, and Pinky said so. After this useless discussion of its historical significance they decided if the guy remained in the ceiling much longer it might be detrimental to his life expectancy. They finally started cutting.
    Once the firemen cut a slice in the ceiling plaster, the trapped man’s weight caused the rest of the ceiling to give way and he crashed to the floor, smacked his head on the porcelain toilet bowl and was knocked unconscious. He started bleeding everywhere.
    The firemen started picking up their equipment and leaving.
    “Wait.” I said, “You need to take him to the hospital. Look, he’s hurt.”
    “We only rescue and are not tasked with administering first aid or transporting to a care facility. We can’t take him anywhere. You have to call EMS.” said the fire chief.
    “But y’all are the reason he hit his head.”
    “No,” the chief corrected me, “he’s the reason he hit his head. We’re outta here. If someone else gets stuck or something catches fire, call us.” And with that they recovered their gear and disappeared.
    I couldn’t believe it. What if EMS got there and he died, would we need to call and wait for the coroner? Maybe by then, they wouldn’t need me as the complaining witness.
    I followed Pinky to his office where he dialed 911 to the Emergency Medical Service. I have to admit, Pinky scared me, but the fear of being stuck there the whole night scared me more. I couldn’t take it any longer. When he got off the phone, I said, “Pinky, this is going to take hours for the EMS guys to get here, take him to an emergency room, then wait for the police to take my statement and arrest him. I am happy to come back to do this, but I need to get to Charity. A friend of mine got shot at the parade tonight. I need to get to the hospital and see how he’s doing.”
    “You’re taking the dog with you, right?”
    Jewel walked up complaining, “This is the biggest cluster I’ve ever seen.” The Peeping Tom ran off business which negatively affected her tips. “Pinky, can I leave? I am not making any money tonight, and none of us can use the ladies’ room. She’s my ride.”
    “Can you send Jim to get my car so we can go?” I asked.
    He waved us off saying “Yes, and take Suzanne with you. Jimbo, go get her car!” he yelled.
    As we pulled away from the curb, the EMS truck screamed up Bourbon Street and pulled right into our space. I wondered how many trips these guys would have to make to their crash truck to get Peeping Tom on his way to Charity.
    “God! How do y’all work in there? I felt like I was stuck in a bad disco movie,” I said to Suzanne as we drove off.
    “Yeah, it looks like the 80’s took a dump in there,” she answered.

Chapter Eight

    “W e need a plan. We need help, and I think I know who might be willing to give it to us,” I said to Julia.
    “Whose gonna help? Huh? This is on us, and by us, I mean you.” Julia said.
    “I was thinking of Stan.”
    “Oh yeah, Stan will help you.” said Suzanne. “Old Stan, the Duck Man.”
    “That guy you grew up with, that Stan? The one who dresses up like a duck?” Julia’s face was all screwed up and she looked at me like I had grown feathers. She had heard all about Stan from Suzanne and I over lunch one day.
    Stan lived to right wrongs and help those in need. He could hardly be considered a crime fighter. He was more of a prank fighter. During high school days he took on the persona of Duck Man, and it bode well for Stan since most pranksters in our schools didn’t carry automatic weapons. He made himself a Duck Man costume with an orange duckbilled cap, a white mask and a red cape. He wore a white button down shirt and white jeans to finish his disguise. His footwear of choice were his running shoes. He took an old baseball bat and cut it down