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Bourbon On The Rocks #65


He looked once more at the book. "Yes, Johnny Fawn checked out yesterday."

Harrigan chuckled, "Johnny Fawn? That's a new take on John Doe."

I shook my head, "Did he say where he was going? Or leave a forwarding address?"

The little man looked me in the eyes and said, "This is where people come when they don't want anyone to find them. And when they depart they don't exactly leave a trail of breadcrumbs to follow."

That was decisive enough language for such a wimpy little guy. I didn't think he had it in him.

But I'd had enough...

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