"Bartender, refill." This was a hell of a case. The kind that made an investigator chase his tail before he could get a decent lead. How did he get mixed up in all of this chaos?
He gave a snort and knocked back the fresh glass of bourbon. He knew exactly what got him into this mess. Toughts of chasing the doe eyed skirt who sauntered into his office with a sad story and tear in her eye. There was probably an onion slice in that silk hanky.
He motioned to the bartender for another. "Make this one a triple. Maybe you should just leave the bottle. Old Jim and I need a long conversation about a dame."
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