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Requiem For A Stripper #251

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He hung the phone up, "They'll call back in a minute with the address."

"Thanks, Harrigan. I think after tonight I may have this all washed up."

"What's happening tonight?" he asked as he went back to looking through the papers on his desk.

"Two things, actually. One, I'm having drinks with a woman that just might have some information that we need to crack this case."

"And two?"

"The second one is something you don't believe in. I'm crashing an Immoral Society function."

"Good grief. Are you back on that nonsense again? Let it go, Randolph. It doesn't exist."

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