![]() ![]() “They found Dixon in the basement, still dressed in his fox costume. His partner’s dark and often twisted sense of humour was entertaining even if sometimes it bordered on being downright scary. “Well, not live, but you know what I mean.”Ĭlay did. “The cops checked it out, just in case, and they were the ones who discovered the real live body.” He sniggered. ![]() The place was full of old stage stuff.” He ran his finger across another area of the report. Turns out it was a prop, something used in a previous production of who knows what. He saw a severed hand, and what appeared to be a costume, then called the cops.”Ĭlay blinked. “The man who alerted the cops didn’t find the body himself. Tate’s finger moved across the screen as he pointed out areas of interest. “What am I looking at?” he enquired, peering over at the tablet. Now we have it.”Ĭlay picked up his reading glasses from the bedside table, unfolded them, and perched them on his nose. He made a stink about it and hey, presto. No one could find them earlier in the station. Rick’s sent me the police report from Dixon’s case. His brow furrowed as Clay climbed in next to him. Tate sat beneath the covers, his iPad propped up against raised knees as he scrolled down the screen. Tate and Clay’s newest case has all the earmarks of typical investigative work: lies, deception, collusion, and a dead body – except the body was found in Fetish Alley, and nothing that happens there is typical. ![]()
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