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The Littlest Client #49

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The old lady that had answered the door yelled from the porch, "Is everything alright, Mr. Richmond?"

"No, Mrs. Larkin! Call the police!" he yelled.

I shook my head, "That was a dumb move, Richmond."

I put him back behind the door and slammed it on him. He started screaming and crying.

"Now get in the car," I said, pulling my gun and sliding in the backseat right behind him. He got behind the wheel.

"Drive to El Segundo, Richmond."

"But that's where...," he said and then let it trail off.

"That's right. We're paying a visit to Davy Donovan."

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