I went to lean against my car, missed, and fell into a dumpster. It was just another day on the force.
“Exactly. But not just any sauerkraut. This is The Wurst brand. It’s only sold at one place in the city: 'The Hot Dog Hacienda' down on 4th and Main.”
“A mime, Ed?” I asked, dodging a grandmother on a tricycle. “Was it a silent killing?” “We don’t know, Frank. He isn’t talking.”
