P.I.

As he eyed the bloody corpse of Lefty Jones in the hallway, Mac figured the crook had it coming: he always seemed to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mac sighed, his head heavy with last night’s alcohol; this meant another day behind his desk, typing endless reports and drinking the bureau’s poor excuse for coffee….

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