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“Frank, get down to the docks,” Captain Ed Hocken’s voice crackled over the radio. “There’s been a murder. A high-profile case. The victim was a mime.”

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. Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

“Frank! Glad you’re here,” Ted beamed. “I’ve analyzed that glove. It’s synthetic. Traces of gunpowder, cheap cologne, and... sauerkraut.” “Sauerkraut? You mean the fermented cabbage?” “Frank, get down to the docks,” Captain 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. The victim was a mime

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.

“Name’s Pierre ‘Quiet’ Martini,” Ed said, checking a notepad. “Witnesses say a man in a trench coat approached him, pulled a gun, and fired. Pierre tried to climb an invisible ladder to escape, but he didn’t make it past the third rung.”