I slept all the way to Dover this morning. Up the Turnpike, 287 and Route 10, I drooled on my orange rucksack until we arrived at the previous location of the former Morris Canal. It was a stupid bridge project for a new P.I. A can't say that anything noteworthy happened for most of the day. I did, however, find a gun in my last test. Three
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