Scene of the Crime
I had been sleeping off the worst hangover I'd had for at least a day when the call came through. I scrabbled about, still half asleep, and finally managed to grab the receiver. Which I promptly used to clonk myself one in the face (I think such things are traditional).
The voice on the other end of the phone was low and excited: "We got a dead one, boss. Rossetter Street. Be there or be a funny shaped thing."
There was a click! as the caller hung up.
A murder, eh? Just my line of business.
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