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...uot;The Boss". Mugs got his nickname from his poor eyesight. Looking though his glasses was like looking through the bottom of two beer mugs. Buddy would have watched Mugs from the protection of his car, but in a small town like Hancock, a gum-shoe detective on a five & dime budget couldn't afford much more than a good pair of walking shoes. Mugs was staying in a cheap motel across the street; the Flamingo Motel. It was a typical run-down joint; the kind with a neon sign that never stayed on for long. The sign flickered sporadically, probably from years of weather and worn out wiring. Mugs was in room 3. "He's warm and dry in that seedy motel", Buddy thought, "probably enjoying a bottle of cheap whiskey and a good stogie, planning his next heist." Buddy thought about the irony that fate always seems to put a dry roof over the bad guy's head. If anyone could stop Mugs, it would have to be Buddy!
Buddy hears a gunshot from inside room 3 at the motel.
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