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The client met most of my usual requirements: a good face with full lips, gorgeous red hair, a solid well-shaped body, but I couldn't tell about a key aspect -- the legs. He was wearing pants, and I don't swing that way anyway. Be he did meet my most important requirement: money. He had it. I asked him what he wanted. (I wanted to ask.) He told me.... "My brother is...was, a lawyer. He was shot last night after leaving a dinner at a Mr. Arbiter's and the police won't tell me anything. "Apparently, this Arbiter invited seven guests to dinner. Each told a 'humorously embarrassing' story at Mr. Arbiter's insistence. I think Arbiter was blackmailing my brother -- he was probably blackmailing them all. Anyway, as the guests left, my brother was shot as he got into his car. "He had gone to get the car to pick up his wife -- and was shot. The police have not been able to eliminate anyone but as Arbiter has a house outside the city with a big gate and high-tech security, they figure that it was someone there." "Sounds like they told you a lot," I said, and held out my hand for the cash. Proceed to The Office....
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