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“You’re under arrest!” I yelled, pinning him down. “You have the right to remain silent, though I doubt you’ll be as good at it as Pierre was!”

“Name’s Pierre ‘Quiet’ Martini,” Ed said, checking a notepad. “Witnesses say a man in a trench coat approached him, pulled a gun, and fired. Pierre tried to climb an invisible ladder to escape, but he didn’t make it past the third rung.”

I knelt down and looked at the body. “He’s dead, Ed. But look at his hands.” “What about them?” “He’s holding a white glove. And it’s not his.” Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5

“Good work, Frank,” Ed said, slapping me on the back as we watched the sunset over the precinct parking lot. “You really cut through the mustard on this one.”

“A mime, Ed?” I asked, dodging a grandmother on a tricycle. “Was it a silent killing?” “We don’t know, Frank. He isn’t talking.” “You’re under arrest

I thanked Ted and headed to the Hacienda. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog. It was a stretch, but I thought I could pull it off. I sat at the counter and waited. The guy behind the grill looked like he’d been hit in the face with a shovel and liked it. “What’ll it be?” he growled.

“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.” Pierre tried to climb an invisible ladder to

Back at the station, we found the motive. The cook was actually a disgraced ventriloquist who blamed mimes for the decline of variety theater. He’d been using the hot dog stand as a front for a global smuggling ring involving illegal clown shoes.