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as $2 per month. Just go to patreon.greatdetectives.net. Well, now it is time for this week's episode

of Casey Crom photographer and we're stepping into 1950. And sadly, we only have eight episodes

for the entire year. The original air date on this one is January 19, 1950, and the title is

Wanted a God.

Good evening. This is Ken Roberts, inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey,

crime photographers. Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for

tonight. Wanted a gun.

Early evening, a dingy little neighborhood pet shop. Only a few prick canaries are there,

half a dozen drowsy puppies, and the poker-faced Batman who was taxed in the proprietor.

Then the street door opens. Hello, thanks. Hi, evening, Mr. Moser.

You're all alone, isn't it? Yeah. What's that young bull carry of yours need tonight,

is it? Like, I just dropped in there. Say hello.

Yeah, it's good of you. You look as though you've had something on your mind, Mr. Moser.

I, I want a gun. A gun? I've been told you can get me one. I sell pets of lies, not guns.

Who ever told you? I got a phone call today. The man who said, you, you knew the right people.

He wouldn't give me his name, but because obviously somebody who knows the spot I mean.

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