9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for August 28, 2016

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Hand boiled private dick elliot greene crossed his feet on the desk and placed a freshly rolled cigarette between his lips. Rain drummed an impatient tattoo against his window, while in the grimy street below....hunched figures skulked through the glow of streetlamps. Greene stared at his phone. it stared back. Neither made a sound. Suddenly he heard the knob to his office door turn. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat and gripped his thirty eight. the room filled with the scent of cologne. It was the dame, back from answers....answers only he could give. Woman: Do you really like your new fedora, sweetie? Man: It's wonderful. thank you. woman: Happy birthday. Man: Hard boiled private dick elliot greene spat out his mashed cigarette. "dames", he snarled and began to roll a new one...