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Requiem For A Stripper #249

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I got to the precinct just before lunch and made my way to Harrigan's desk. He didn't moan and groan like usual when he saw me, and I was beginning to worry that he was softening up.

"Well, Randolph. I guess you tore yourself away from gallivanting with a stripper to come down here and try to get some free information outa me, huh?"

No...he definitely was not softening up.

"Well, you did so well at using a phone number to pull an address from thin air that I wanted to see if you could do that magic trick again."

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