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Bourbon On The Rocks #181


The warehouse next to Diamond’s was a beehive of activity so I kept swimming for the next one. It looked to be closed, so I pulled myself up onto the dock, dripping remnants of the Pacific Ocean behind me as I made my way to the building. I broke the door open and entered the warehouse. It was big and empty. There was a phone on the wall, so I picked up the receiver, calling Harrigan’s precinct. Naturally he wasn’t in. I called my apartment to see if Milton was there. Nothing.

I figured my last option was trying Tiffany…

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