![]() She’d led us out of the Valley to a motel in a flea-bitten desert town. We were on the job, trailing some woman whose name I’d forgotten. I looked around: no grill in sight, and this wasn’t the time to go searching, although all at once I was a bit hungry, maybe even more than a bit. I took a quick sniff, smelled no trouble whatsoever, just as I’d expected, but did smell lots of other stuff, including burgers cooking on a grill. We’re partners in the Little Detective Agency, me and Bernie, Bernie’s last name being Little. ![]() It’s a fact that trouble has a smell-human trouble especially, sour and penetrating-but Bernie had never smelled trouble before, or if so he hadn’t mentioned it, and Bernie mentioned all kinds of things to me. ![]() ![]() The truth is, I believe everything he says. ![]()
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