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The Case Of The Disappearing Private Eye

I looked for him, but he was gone.  I checked the boozy dives and the greasy spoons and the street corners where the not-nice girls hang out. Nothing. He was gone. Tall guy, fedora, trench coat.  You must’ve seen him.  Usually smoking.  He was always hanging around, poking his nose where it didn’t belong and …

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