The Long Night Detective
The letter came on a Tuesday. Typed on cheap paper, the kind you'd find in any drugstore for fifteen cents a ream. The envelope had no return address. Inside, three sentences: He's gone. Locked room. Nothing found except a notebook. Pay: five hundred dollars. Call Malone at the number below. Five hundred dollars. That was more than I'd made in three months combined. So I called the number. The...
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