Bradshaw's customary aroma was making my throat clench like a bookie's fist, but I needed any leads I could get. "This is a lost puppy case, flatfoot," he smirked. "I need your nose in it like I need this phoney coinage!" |
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But the coin gave me an idea - something about big birds . . "Hey, Bradshaw," I grinned, "Looks like you've got some nifty new vehicles for your crack patrol force!!" |
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Yeah, it was those Ice Capades again . . I couldn't get the image out of my head . . Something about a skater who called himself "Big Bird, friend of PETA" |
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