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Local Bar
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He tells you about J. Edgar Hoover and the way he made all his agents wear hats ("so they'd all be well-dressed"). Unfortunately, as Morrie informs, this also made them all obviously well-dressed F.B.I. You hear about the street gang running a protection racket on the local store owners. (Maybe a couple of bucks there after this case, you whimsically hope.) He heatedly tells you about the bank robbery on Main and 7th--but that was two years ago. Proud of himself, he lights a burnt out cigar, then you realize he might help you with everything but your plumbing, but at least for today, you're not going to learn much about this case. Then he puts things in perspective for you: "Hey, don't go looking for a fingerprint or a cigar butt on this one. If it has to do with a blackmailer, your job is to gather information--it's all about information. Just use your noodles." "You mean, use your noodle." "Yeah, well, if you've only got one, do what you can." You sigh. You're tired, the day is long, Morrie is certainly one peculiarly charming character but it is just not the same as your long lost girlfriends. You are hungry. You wonder if you have enough information. Then you wonder about noodles. Politely taking your leave of Morrie, you head out to the Red Dragon for a quick bite. You need to sit and think. Go back briefly to Morrie's hangout:
Return to the Street....
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