“So?” Mickey said. “Now where do you get the idea that you might be the boy who put it over?”
“Stop it,” I said grouchily as we turned into Porter Street. “Let’s find our warehouse.”
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A hard-boiled detective arrives at a small mining town only to find his client murdered and the inhabitants embroiled in complex webs of corruption.
“So?” Mickey said. “Now where do you get the idea that you might be the boy who put it over?”
“Stop it,” I said grouchily as we turned into Porter Street. “Let’s find our warehouse.”