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Christopher Media. Let's make some noise.

I'll make a statement.

The boys tell me I did a couple of murders.

Anything in it?

I think you better let me have it.

Bung in your book.

Yeah. The If I hadn't been in my office that night,

when my brain cells playing hide-and-seek with those dizzy flashes down the street,

I'd have never got messed up with a stolen jade necklace. I've never hired a detective before. What are the rates? As much as the

traffic will bear? When can you start? I've already started. Well, this looked like something

to rub your palms about. But my client's lovely stepdaughter had other ideas. What did she ask you to do?

She wanted me to kiss her and find a jade necklace.

Whatever she was willing to pay you, I'll up it.

Just stay away from her.

Forget the whole thing.

It sounded screwy, but it's a fine thing.

I always follow through on a sale, even if it pays dividends in a bulk of skull.

I didn't see what hit me. I didn't have to. The first thing I knew, I found myself heaped

on a bed like a bag of bones ready for the scrap heap. My throat was dry, my hands felt like a bunch

of bananas. I couldn't stand on my pen. Okay, I said to myself,

you're a tough guy.

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