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Homicide Hunch
Robert Leslie Bellem
Pulp Fiction
It was a screwball situation. Here was Dan, sitting at home and minding his own business, when the knock came at his front door. A short time later he was in a lavish apartment a few miles away, where he had been convoyed at the point of a gun, and a beautiful cutie he had never seen before was calling him "Dan, darling" and implying that they were old sweeties!
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