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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.

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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?” The city was a concrete jungle, and I

“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.” Should we try to the specific "Police Squad

“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.”

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.