One of Those Nights It had been one of these nights again. Nothing seemed to fall into place. Nothing made any sense. This stakeout was wearing me thin. I was contemplating switching from whiskey to joe, when the guy with the briefcase stepped in to the diner. At the counter he landed his briefcase with a hard-to-ignore clang. And sure enough. I gave him a good long, hard stare. He took no notice of me, even thou I might have been drawing the attention of every other customer. I was far from sure this was My guy, but I had no intention of letting this opportunity pass me by. I Listend to the waitress taking his order before I rose, walked passed him, and throu the doors, into the pouring rain.
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