Monday morning, out on the street. It’s going to be another tough week, what with all the bookies and crime bosses after me.
You’d think a lowly downtrodden detective would be beneath their notice, but after what the red-head dame told me about the murder of Jimmy “Knuckle-ball” Garbanzo, nothing is certain anymore.
Somewhere out there, there had to be proof to back up what she said. It was too crazy to be a lie.
Heading over to Carl’s bar, I knew where I could find a couple of heads to knock together. Yeah, that might get me some answers.
I didn’t know there would be a surprise waiting in there for me.
Almost as soon as I entered the door, a couple of goons jumped me from behind and conked me on the head.
When my eyes came back into focus, I found myself on the floor, starting up into the eyes of…
Sorry, wrong blog. It’s time to get to today’s word search puzzle.
Which has very little to do with the above story.
Maybe…