Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 101 of 116
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It was a great night for a murder—no moon, no stars, and a rich old eccentric,ripe for picking. And Sheriff Davis, who a was no novice al speiting Killer’s clues, ‘ound himself up a tree when it came to reaping a homicide harvest. wi WAS a big guy, that trooper state trooper saluted him casuaHy. ® in his slouch campaign hat. “I’ve brought you a package to “% As big as his prisoner was wrap up.” He flung the prisoner into diminutive. Sheriff Ted Davis arose a chair. “Caught this little rat gnoop- from his desk to greet them. The ing around that big estate shout a 98 GORGooo KS (C(O)