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Are you Charles Frazier?" |
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Charlie looked up from his morning paper into the tired eyes of a tall man with a hawk nose. The man was gaunt, accentuated by the fact that he hadn't shaved. The stubble was gray and splotchy. His raincoat was damp and smelled musty. Across the table, Peggy was looking up at the newcomer and eyeing him suspiciously. |
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"Can't deny it. I'm Charlie Frazier," he admitted. "What can I do for you?" |
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The intruder looked relieved. "Detective Sergeant Mason Seacraft," he said. "May I sit down?" |
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"By all means, Sergeant, pull up a chair." |
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