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Bourbon On The Rocks #56


Harrigan and I stood on the steps of the precinct in the early morning L.A. sunshine.

"Okay, Randolph. Make this fast. Some of us have real work to do."

Real work? I let that one slide.

"Alright, Harrigan. Who's investigating the murder of Paige Turner?"

Harrigan looked at his watch, "Me and Striker."

Then he got a funny look on his face.

"Oh no! I should've known you'd be mixed up in this somehow, Randolph. You're like a magnet for dead bodies. What's your interest in this case?"

"I got a call from an old friend. His name's Milton Dunn."

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