“My name is Notion.
That’s Ivor Notion, Private Investigator. The year was 2007.
I had recently been transferred to a small town called…er… London.
Here I got my first real job, but the supermarket fired me so I had to
return to detecting. On the east side of town, several women had
been found naked - dead. By the time I had got there, the
case had been covered. Chance, and a big green car brought me that
day to the lucky dip, a sleezy joint on the wrong side of town.
The time was around 7 o’clock. Somebody had been killed about 2
hours before. I wasn’t surprised; this place had a history longer
than my arm. They had been shot in the neck at close range.
Instinct - and everyone else in the casino - told me that this was not
suicide. I WAS ON THE CASE OF A MURDERER”.
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