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  • The door slowly opened and Max took a defensive stance. Then he sees who it is. Dressed in his usual top coat, scarf wrapped around his neck, fedora tipped to one side, and a stubby cigar in his mouth, its Dectective Barney Fitzgerald, SFPD. Barney walks in and plants himself on Max's desk. Max asks what's up. Barney wants to know his connection to one Irene Malloy. None, Max assures him. Barney isn't buying it, especially since Max has been trailing her. Max tells him he is just trailing a doll named Rose for some distraight cowboy who wants her back.

    Barney cocks his head and squints as if trying to determine if Max is on the level. He rubs his chin. Then he proceeds to tell Max that this Rose and Irene Malloy are one and the same. Further, she has a sister who lives on Carl Street who is the mistress of Billy Love. Although Max is shocked to hear about his mystery woman, the elusive Rose, he tries not to show all his cards.

    But Detective Barney is several steps ahead of him. These broads are in serious trouble and may be in danger. Billy Love was found two days ago stuffed in a trunk on a fishing boat on the wharf. Someone had done a little fishing but seems the fishing line was misdirected and wrapped tightly around his neck. He came out looking more like a blow fish, than a man.

    The police were looking for his two mistresses for questioning, one being Leah Malloy, the fiery redhaired sister of Irene. The other was known as Babs and she had tried bribing Detective Barney when he was investigating an abortion business she ran. Barney was one of those honest coppers and this didn't go over with him.

    While Barney was talking Max was trying to think of a way to slip him and get to playland before the police did.
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