Dark days in New Jersey - Part 2 - McGarry PI

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Pietro Fraschetti stood by the second-floor entrance in a neglected corner of a rundown block on a shady street in Trumpton, New Jersey. The sign on the door read: 'McGarry - Private Detective. No case too small'. Fraschetti tapped on the door and entered, raising an eyebrow at McGarry, who stood in the center of the room dressed as a 1950s British police officer. "We all have our problems," said McGarry. "I'm guessing you're here about your brother." "Yeah, give me a name and I'll take care of it myself." "Okay, it's $50 a day plus expenses." "Fine, just get it done," said Fraschetti, leaving the office door open as he walked out. McGarry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. There was no doubt about it; he was going to have to pay a visit to...The Honeyman!