“Good work, Frank,” Ed said, slapping me on the back as we watched the sunset over the precinct parking lot. “You really cut through the mustard on this one.”
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“Frank! Glad you’re here,” Ted beamed. “I’ve analyzed that glove. It’s synthetic. Traces of gunpowder, cheap cologne, and... sauerkraut.” “Sauerkraut? You mean the fermented cabbage?” “Good work, Frank,” Ed said, slapping me on
“Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in. “And go heavy on the sauerkraut. I’m a man who likes his cabbage loud.” Glad you’re here,” Ted beamed
I knelt down and looked at the body. “He’s dead, Ed. But look at his hands.” “What about them?” “He’s holding a white glove. And it’s not his.”
The cook froze. He reached under the counter, but he wasn’t grabbing a bun. I dived over the counter, scattering relish like emerald rain. We tumbled into the kitchen, crashing through a wall of oversized mustard packets.
“Frank, get down to the docks,” Captain Ed Hocken’s voice crackled over the radio. “There’s been a murder. A high-profile case. The victim was a mime.”