Detective Efficiency Problem
My detective solved the murder on page 12.
I had 300 pages outlined.
"Who's the killer?" I typed.
"The gardener. Obvious. Mud on the carpet didn't match the season."
I stared. He stared back.
"You're fired," I typed.
"You can't fire me. I know where the body is."
Now it's a thriller.
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