Felicia: No! He's been killed!

Sock: Really? By who?

Felicia: I don't know! That's what I need you to find out!

Sock: Me? Uhm, lady, I usually work on divorces. You knows, peek in some windows, take some pictures, that sort of thing.

A Picture Sock: Death is rarely involved.

Felicia: But you must help me! You're my last hope! I'm at wit's end!

Sock: I'm sorry Miss Muldoon, I simply don't...

Felicia: Please! I'll do anything!

A Picture Sock: Really? Well then, tell me, how did your father die?

Felicia: He was shot in the head. Police are calling it a suicide but I don't believe that.

Sock: People have shot themselves before.

Felicia: Eight times?

A PictureSock: Persistent little bugger. Do you have any idea why anyone would want your father dead?

Felicia: His mango!

Sock: I think you'd better start at the beginning.


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