Chapter 6, Part 2

bleakly

The chubby guy occupying the labcoat continued to look at me impassively. I sighed and put the barrel of my sixty-shooter to his forehead. The impassive expression continued unchanged.

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Chapter 6, Part 1

bleakly

All right, zebras. Zebras zebras zebras.

Whatever the hell THAT meant. Had I been some sort of paranoid man, I would assume that the little square of glass was lying to me. But if there’s one thing I always do, it’s trust the images I see through windows.

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Chapter 5, Part 9

Bleakly

The kid was taken care of, at least as far as I cared to take care of him. I’m just a caring guy.

I unclipped my handheld from my collar and explored a little deeper into the warehouse.

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I’ll see you guys when I see you. You’ve been great.

Chapter 5, Part 8

bleakly

I had four or five drinks in me and had laid out about the same number of random thugs to hilariously little effect. I’d made a big enough show of promoting my unique brand of sleuthery at that point, so I figured it was time to call Otto’s bluff and see what the hell he was after.

So.┬áLet’s recap.

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Chapter 5, Part 7

bleakly

Walkin’ along, whistlin’ a song, tappin’ absent-mindedly at my handheld. It started raining. A car with a headlight out almost splashed me.

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Chapter 5, Part 6

jacobson

So he was truly off the case. All right, old bean. Just like old times.

Nuts to Bleakly and his atrophied sense of chivalry. Nuts to City and his draconian schemes. Old-fashioned sleuthing would win the day.

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