My meeting with the cat was short and to the point.  Not a dull point, but a sharp point, like the ones at the ends of her claws.  She wanted to know where I was with finding the Maltese Crow, wanted to know why I hadn’t made more progress.  I told her about the car that tried to run me over and the guys at the DMV who wanted me to find the Maltese Crow for them; and then she dropped her bombshell.  She had heard that the notorious fence Squinty McGrumpyson, also known as Grumplestiltskin, also known as The Cranky Old Man, was back in town and looking to sell none other than the Maltese Crow.  He was at the train station, she said.  So I went there to meet him.  Little did I know what I would find once I got there …

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