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1. The lady in red.
She was trouble, all right. And I knew it. I knew it the instant she walked into the Two Minute Warning Detective Agency. Call it instinct. Call it reading the defense. I see her kind too often. She was tall and lean and her face was painted red.
"You know, Chiefs season doesn't start for another four months," I said.
"I like to be prepared," she replied.
She wore a shiny Chiefs jacket though, outside, it was warmer than a mother's embrace. Something in her voice troubled me. Maybe it was because she sounded like Bill Grigsby.
"So, who's the lucky guy I get to follow?" I asked. "You got a husband who keeps coming home late from work? A brother who has disappeared? You related to Mike Price?"...
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She was trouble, all right. And I knew it. I knew it the instant she walked into the Two Minute Warning Detective Agency. Call it instinct. Call it reading the defense. I see her kind too often. She was tall and lean and her face was painted red.
"You know, Chiefs season doesn't start for another four months," I said.
"I like to be prepared," she replied.
She wore a shiny Chiefs jacket though, outside, it was warmer than a mother's embrace. Something in her voice troubled me. Maybe it was because she sounded like Bill Grigsby.
"So, who's the lucky guy I get to follow?" I asked. "You got a husband who keeps coming home late from work? A brother who has disappeared? You related to Mike Price?"...
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