Cold City
Chapter One
It was a cold day in the city. Detective Stripe was on furlough under the couch. The dockets were piling up on his desk. He poured himself another cold one and lay back in the shade. "Let them see how much they need me," he thought, "let them feel what it means to be without the intellect of Stripe protecting the city."
To be continued...
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