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I am Brian. Brian Smith. Brian Walters Edwards Smith. I'm the best sleuth in the biz.And there ain't no one better then me... 'cept maybe larry down on da corner... or anyone on da NYPD... or anyone on the LAPD... or anyone in law inforcement for dat matter. Anyway, dis is da story of my FIRST real murder case... or so I thought.

It was like anyother day here on fifth street. Me, smokin' a cheap cigar, listenin' to the yanks beat the dodgers on da radio, readin' da paper when somethin' caught my attention.

MOB BOSS MURDERED

well, o' course I read it, and found it most intriguin'. Stone eye bologna Walters was allegedly murdered by a rival gang, the Smokin' seven. I thought whatever detective got that job was one lucky bastard. A tall, dark, Italian man walked up to me. I was startled, cause' I owed some money ya see, to some guy who's name escapes me. I thought dis was one of his fellas' comin' to rough me up a bit. "Eh, I gotta go. My, er. mutter died ya's see, and I kinda need to leave my respects." the guy said " Eh, wise guy, I ain't here cos of da money yas owes, I'ma here cos we need you to solve a murder." while I was ponderin' how he knew I owed money, the guy picked me up and pulled me to a limmo. Inside there was a midget, whoo I knew to be short legged Galevsky. " Dinno, I can handle this myself. You see, Mr. Smith, we need to solve the murder of our late Mr. Walters."

Copyright 2007 baldric
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