Ain’t Over Till It’s Over
Freddie Dancer got taken away in a cruiser. Lt. Stine found a warrant for Trimmer – he’d shoplifted some hair-growth products – and they took him away, too. Kelo and Portia went off arguing with each other.
We kept the Martin Ramirez painting, the strange one with tunnels and trains. “I like this painting,” Bernie said; I did, too. “But we’re going to sell it, take a fee for our time, and give the rest to an animal shelter.” Our finances are a mess; have I mentioned that already?
So – that was that, except one day soon after we got a call. “Hi,” said a woman, her voice coming over the speaker, “I’m the great grandaughter of Addie Kline.”
“Who’s she?” said Bernie.
“She was the twin sister of Betty Kline. Betty was a Hollywood script girl back in the silent movie days.”
“Well, well, well,” said Bernie.
Request from Admin: Suppose you had to come up with a brief testimonial for a TV ad for the Little Detective Agency – any ideas?
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