Shark's Tooth

“Benji, it’s Detective Blackbeard.  You remember me?”

“Yes, sir.  I knowed it was you by the way you walk.”

“How you been?”

“Weather’s been dry.  Don’t have to worry about the rain so much.”

“It has been a dry May.”  Blackbeard paused, looking for the rhythm of the conversation, but Terry was impatient.

“Something bad happened down here yesterday, son, and we need you to tell us if you know anything about it.  You ever seen this guy?”  Terry held a picture of Chow under the streetlight.  Benji looked.

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