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Writers’ Stalk #23
Our Detective Agency motto is “We Will Find You”
I’m back to walking the streets of this grimy city. I can’t do nothin’ about the actual grime. All I can do is round up the lugs, mugs and chippies who’re cheating, stealing, or wandering lost in the fog.
I haven’t been out on the mean streets at night since we hired Neil Offen. Neil likes to amble, so we tagged him in to follow the palookas who slip around in the dark.
Only he fell off the trolley last week, broke his paw and bruised a coupla other body parts. Mug’s on the mend back at my place under Nicky’s watchful eye. Not only do I got to take over nights again, but he’s cramping my love life, too.
Nicky ain’t happy about it either, but she’s still the boss of me and him. She won’t let me slack off, but she’ll get him healed up pronto.
I told him to stay off that trolley, and wait for the perps to get off instead, but jokers like him don’t listen. He makes up for it by giving me what some call a normal-like life. When he ain’t laid up.
I don’t even have a real gig tonight. Nicky was just tired of me moping about. She kicked me out sayin’ “Go down to the bull pen and dig up some business. I can’t deal with both a ya at the same time. And Baby needs new…
