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I pulled up to the pier in a cloud of tire smoke and several flattened cardboard boxes. The crime scene was crawling with cops. I stepped over the yellow tape, which was actually a giant piece of fettuccine left over from the Mayor’s luncheon.

The city was a concrete jungle, and I was the guy with the leaf blower. My name is Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad. I’d just finished a grueling twelve-hour shift of staring at a blinking cursor on a vending machine when the call came in. Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

I thanked Ted and headed to the Hacienda. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog. It was a stretch, but I thought I could pull it off. I sat at the counter and waited. The guy behind the grill looked like he’d been hit in the face with a shovel and liked it. “What’ll it be?” he growled. I pulled up to the pier in a

I knelt down and looked at the body. “He’s dead, Ed. But look at his hands.” “What about them?” “He’s holding a white glove. And it’s not his.” The city was a concrete jungle, and I

“A mime, Ed?” I asked, dodging a grandmother on a tricycle. “Was it a silent killing?” “We don’t know, Frank. He isn’t talking.”