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[b][url=https://youtu.be/GsHoDndFkA0]Sasori and Co. Investigations[/url][/b]

"It'd be some duck soup if you could just pump the dame," replied the detective, gesturing at the other seat at the desk, one that was currently empty, with a woman's blue jacket hanging off the back as the only sign of the freeloading broad, "but no hitting all eight today."

With the bird lammed off someplace, even if the kids wanted to put the screws on him, he'd at best be able to just take a flutter. Some of his contacts could spill, and if they did their funny business, it could be a cinch. Just scoot by with them and grease some of the rap around town that could grab at all this queer bajoomah. Find out what kind of folks had those "foreign" mitts on the city's pulse and cop 'em with a red-light. Hope that there wouldn't be too much flying iron.

"This talent sure ain't just Chinatown," Sasori Yoshinori, age 31, admitted, after a second. He sure wasn't the broad, but he wasn't going to leave the kids grabbing air for the wire. They needed the square. "I think Old Scratch's leading a pretty dance through town with trouble boys, but don't go taking any wooden nickels."

Shamus like him ending up as some floater upriver was fine, but with the kids getting tangled up, it didn't take too much mind meat to worry about them getting dry-gulched. They'd make dealing with the funny business eggs in the coffee, but that was still a jam a kid shouldn't need to think about. They needed to be really ice about what they wanted, or he wasn't letting them in on the caper.

"You sure you kids still wanna take a flutter at this?"