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So Iβd have to find him. That was just as well. It would give me something to do. In the meantime the messages I left with his service would fix my name in his head.
The elusive Mr. Chance. Youβd think heβd have a mobile phone unit in his pimpmobile, along with the bar and the fur upholstery and the pink velvet sun visor. All those touches of class.
I read the sports pages and then went back to the hooker stabbing in the Village. The story was very sketchy. They didnβt have a name or any description beyond identifying the victim as being about twenty-five years old.
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