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The Case of the Missing Parking Fines

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The Case of the Missing Parking Fines

"I don't understand!" moaned Rich Daley. "I thought all city employees had to be honest and pay their fines on time!"

"Well, chum," ribbed his brother Bill, "it looks like a few scofflaws may have slipped through the cracks after all!"

The Daley Boys were sitting in Rich's office. Rich was mayor of the city of Chicago, just like his father had been before him. His brother Bill, older by two years and balder by a lot, was a prominent downtown attorney and Rich's most trusted adviser. The brothers had just found out that city employees owed more than $6 million in parking fines, and they weren't sure what to do about it.

"Don't fret, Rich," Bill said. "Send it to the City Council Finance Committee and let them sit on it for a while."

"I guess you're right," sighed Rich as he played with the Eiffel Tower paperweight he'd bought on a recent city-funded trip to Paris.

Suddenly, Rich's office door burst open to reveal a short, weasel-eyed, curly-haired man wildly waving a ream of papers.

"City Clerk Jim Laski!" the Daley Boys chimed.

"That's right, Daley Boys, and you'd better not forget it either!" Laski said.

Laski had never been a good chum to the Daley Boys, but they tried to get along with him anyway, at least for the time being.

"What's up, pal?" said Bill.

"Rich Daley, you're not being fully accountable to the voters of the city of Chicago," said Laski. "I'm gonna make sure that you don't get away with these unpaid parking-ticket fines. As city clerk, I'm committed to serving the people!"

"But I was just about to call a press conference about that myself!" whined Rich.

"Too late!" said Laski, and he stormed out.

"Gosh, he sure is angry," Rich said.

"Yeah," Bill said, "and now he's going to get all the great headlines."

Richie sat scowling behind his desk. "We've got to find out once and for all whether Laski is really worried about the citizens of Chicago, or if he's just looking to make a name for himself so he can run for higher office," he said.

"That'll take some sleuthing, chum!" said Bill.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): Illustration/ Tony Griff.

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