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Requiem For A Stripper #225

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I left The Pink Pussycat and stopped by the precinct to see if Harrigan was back from the crime scene. I wanted to see if they had identified the body of the woman in Griffith Park yet and also to make sure he wasn't still angry with me.

He was at his desk when I came in. He looked up and then back down at his paperwork.

"Hey," I said quietly, walking up.

"Hey," he said back. There was an incredibly awkward mood between us.

"Well, you were right," he said after a moment. "The dead body was Lily Padd."

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