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It had been a long slow day, filled with the kind of nothing when an hour crawls by like a sick cockroach. I was sharing the office with a cup of java and thinking about dropping into the liquor store downstairs to see if Jack D might fancy a little quality time with me, when the 'phone rang. That's life. Whenever you decide to do something for the better, fate sticks out a foot to trip you. I took the call.

The name's Bullit. Traci Bullit. PI work is my game; you want it found, I’ll find it – for a C note a day plus expenses. Doesn't matter if its a missing alpha layer or tracking down a cube with a wish to be a torus.

This time it was a call about a missing 186 G. Things didn't sound entirely copacetic, but what the heck; I figured I could use the exercise. So I grabbed my hat and coat, pausing only to slip my bosom buddy Mr. Redemption back into his holster under my right arm, and headed out into the city ...

 

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