Sam

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
Only a fool would mess with Sam, the best PI in the tri-city area. The cops knew him well, but avoided him always. Sam knew what he was doing and no matter what laws he broke doing it, the cops would find a culprit on their doorstep sooner or later. Sam didn’t actually work for the police, but they considered him an “associate”. Sam could go places they could not, at least without a warrant, and the days of rampant gangsters and crooked politicians, legal warrants were hard to come by for any legit copper.

Sam stood in the doorway til the coast was clear. He fished in his pocket for the set of skeleton keys and quietly entered the office of a Mr. Imen Innocent, a prolific dealer of toxic drugs, and retrieved the shipment invoices hidden in a large ancient urn with a secret false bottom, that sat next to Mr. Innocent’s desk. Sam’s informant who did a job for the criminal, saw the urn and reported back to Sam that it might be where the papers were hidden.

Sam softly cracked open the vase and grabbed the vault part of the false bottom. Pocketing the evidence, he backed up to the office door when he heard a low growl. Glancing to the side he saw a huge canine ready to pounce. Luckily Sam was prepared. He took the bag of hamburgers out of his coat’s inside pocket, threw them at the dog and slipped out the office door. Once again Sam solved a case, his phenomenal luck and skill allowed him to fight another day.

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