I sigh, walking into the bar. God, why me? I wish I could've stayed in New York, instead I have to be in this small shitty town, solving this shitty case. I glance around the room. Nothing can be hidden from my piercing gaze. After a minute of observation, not finding anything suspicious I walk over the bar counter, leaning on it Good evening, miss. I speak to you, bartender May I ask you a few questions?
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1Madeline hart
16/09/2024