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Bourbon On The Rocks #194


Striker must have a bladder the size of an Olympic swimming pool because he never got up from the booth. I told Tiffany to wait in the car. I bummed a dime from her and went to the payphone on the corner. I called the bar & grill and told Smiley I wanted to speak to Harrigan but not to say my name.

I heard Smiley yell, “Call for Detective Harrigan!”

After a few moments Harrigan’s gruff voice appeared on the other end.

“Yeah? Who is this?” he asked with irritation.

“It’s Jake. Don’t say my name out loud, okay?”

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