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The Confidential Case When I opened the door, the guy who’d knocked held up a flyer. Tess Trowel Investigations it read. We dig trouble. “This you?” I glanced at it. “Who’s asking?” “It’s kinda… confidential,” he said. “Can I come in?” He was a looker all right. Wore a white button-down and a pair ofContinue reading “Festive Flash Fiction Day Three: The Confidential Case”