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Jake Madden's office was a drafty, inadequately lighted, two-room citadel of chaos tucked away at the rear of the same building that housed the Chambers Bay volunteer fire department. One room contained Jake's somewhat limited official needsa battered old oak desk, a couple of nondescript chairs, circa sometime in the twenties, two three-drawer gray metal file cabinets, and an arsenal. The desk was cluttered with papers, a tarnished brass gooseneck lamp, a telephone and two empty Coke bottles. |
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The room adjacent to his office was somewhat larger, just as poorly illuminated and equally uninviting. The room's main feature |
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