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Requiem For A Stripper #304


"Oh, we do a lot more than just shack up, Detective Harrigan," Jen said playfully. "Would you care to join us sometime?"

I'd never seen Harrigan's face turn that shade of red. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or incredibly angry. It was probably a little bit of both.

"Listen, Harrigan," I said, "there's a chickie that runs the dance studio called Hoofers. She's the daughter of the old stiff over there. I'm not sure if she had anything to do with the murders of the strippers but I can tell you she tried to have me killed tonight."

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