End Of A Call Girl

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One of our call girls is missing It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn t show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest – and most profitable. ”Find her, shamus,” she said. ”And fast!” ”My pleasure,” I said. My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day. The girl s name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night. The job had delightful possibilities – until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.

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