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Murder Is But A Memory

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"Dennis Blackmore," I said, still holding out my hand. "I'm Diana Blackmore's brother. She speaks very highly of you."

He looked at my outstretched hand and then back at me and said, "Yeah? Well, I haven't seen that broad in weeks. And she owes me the rent. If I don't have it by tomorrow I'm tossing her crap out in the street."

I pulled out my wallet, "Yes, I'll be paying her rent. We had a death in the family. She's been out of town but is coming back in a few days. She said you would let me in."

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