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End of a Call Girl — William Campbell Gault
One of our call girls is missing
It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn't show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest - and most profitable.
''Find her, shamus,'' she said. ''And fast!''
''My pleasure,'' I said.
My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day.
The girl's name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night.
The job had delightful possibilities - until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.
It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn't show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest - and most profitable.
''Find her, shamus,'' she said. ''And fast!''
''My pleasure,'' I said.
My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day.
The girl's name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night.
The job had delightful possibilities - until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.
