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“Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance. “It just goes to show you: in this town, if you can’t speak up, you’re better off not saying anything at all.”

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Back at the station, we found the motive. The cook was actually a disgraced ventriloquist who blamed mimes for the decline of variety theater. He’d been using the hot dog stand as a front for a global smuggling ring involving illegal clown shoes. “Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance

“You’re under arrest!” I yelled, pinning him down. “You have the right to remain silent, though I doubt you’ll be as good at it as Pierre was!” The cook was actually a disgraced ventriloquist who

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.”

Ed was standing over the body. The victim was trapped in an invisible box, or at least he had been until he was shot three times in the chest. “What do we have, Ed?”

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.