After narrowly escaping assassination at the hands of Squinty McGrumpyson, I learned that this whole case was a sham — the cat who hired me to find the Maltese Crow had set me up as a patsy to be taken out by Squinty.  But why?  What was her angle?  I was about to find out, and it wasn’t going to be a pretty scene.

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