Death Valley Mysteries
Kelo Printz, the Hollywood guy, is missing. We haven’t dug up the can of film yet, either, and there’s no sign of Mayer and Stroheim. Are they the perps? Is this now a missing person case? That’s our specialty at the Little Detective Agency, so much better than divorce work. We do a lot of that, too much, on account of our finances, which are a mess. There’s some divorce work in Dog On It, but mostly it’s about a missing girl. I still feel good about how that one ended, although the exact details are a bit fuzzy.
Right now we’re standing by this steep red cliff in Death Valley. There’s a big round hole in the side of the cliff, down at ground level. Bernie shines the flashlight inside. “Some crazy miner must have dug this long ago,” he says. “Didn’t even put in any support beams.”
“What’s up, Chet? Smell something?”
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