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“Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance. “It just goes to show you: in this town, if you can’t speak up, you’re better off not saying anything at all.”

Back at the station, we found the motive. The cook was actually a disgraced ventriloquist who blamed mimes for the decline of variety theater. He’d been using the hot dog stand as a front for a global smuggling ring involving illegal clown shoes. Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

I headed to the lab to see Ted Olsen. Ted was busy trying to invent a way to make water wetter. “Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance

“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.” He’d been using the hot dog stand as

“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?”

Ed was standing over the body. The victim was trapped in an invisible box, or at least he had been until he was shot three times in the chest. “What do we have, Ed?”