The great detective leans over the body on the floor of the overdecorated flat. "I think I'm going to be sick," says his young assistant. "No, you're not," the detective tells him. "Tense your muscles and take notes: nude Caucasian male, penis cut off and lying on floor, head crushed, multiple stab wounds, index finger and thumb of right hand missing . . ."
It's a great beginning—especially since Detective Joe Leland is Frank Sinatra, playing it cool and tough, with hardly ever a smile on his sad, slightly sagging face. The corpse on the floor is none other...
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