029: Private Eye

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"You're a detective?" She practically chewed the word. "As in a private detective?"

"Not many people realize it's a real job. They just see it in the movies." I paused to take a pull of beer.

"And what is it you detect?" Her pale hands fiddled with a napkin.

"The dead, usually. I do old missing persons cases." She straitened.

"That doesn't sound too fun."

"Not usually, but you do meet a lot of interesting people. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" In dim bar, I could barely see the knife wound on the ghost girl's throat.

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