You strain to hear the noise coming over the countertop. Had Joe Dibella’s mob goons struck again? You can hear the struggle out in the hallway. Was that poor Adam, the peg-leg janitor, being ruthlessly beaten and left for dead? The muffled shouting and beating noises subside, and you ready yourself for the coming gunfight. Jon, nestled behind his chemistry apparatus, lay huddled in fear. You, Lantz, private investigator, are the only thing between the mob and the maltese.. something…
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One reply on “Born in the Eighties 36: The Maltese Something”
The repeated tangents about Adam being ritualistically tortured and mutilated made me laugh Mein Dikoff while driving at work today. Long story short I ran off the road and killed a girl in 1992 outside of Tempe.