"Has anybody checked to make sure there's not a body hidden inside it?" the big redheaded private detective asked as he frowned and tugged on his earlobe.
"Damn it, Shayne, don't tell me how to do my job," snapped Peter Painter, Miami Beach chief of detectives. He turned to one of the uniformed officers and added quietly, "Go check to see if there's a body in it."(I can keep this up all day.)
I'm surprised you haven't already written the novella.
Where would I sell it?
It's Kindle time!
If not for that pesky copyright business, I'd give it some thought.
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