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| CRIME SCENE |
| Cheap
motels all smell the same: sex and deceit. |
| I went
to my room and hid the gun under my pillow and waited for the call. |
| "Seven
o'clock at the bar downstairs," the voice said. |
| All
I remember was the bartender's face, a couple dancing, and a few gunshots..." |
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| Extract
from the a dead detective journal. Sixth of March 1962. |
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