‘Me and the butler didn’t see eye to eye. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins.
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