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I almost couldn't hold it any longer, it took all my will power to keep my hands to themselves. Now was the tricky part, tryin to get this guy to catch my itch. I'd never done this before, so it was pretty much a stroke of luck when it happened. My itch had just vanished. But the urge to scratch was more than still there. I made eye contact with the cop. He had a sudden look of alertness in his eyes. Like he knew somethin' wus up. He faltered in his step. Now this guy looked like he was really stiffling one huge itch. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I pounced on him, we rolled to the floor as I brought out my razor edged knuckle dusters and I gave him the scratching of his life. I'll bet he enjoyed every last second of it. Almost makes me wish i was in his place. But hey, I ain't here to enjoy myself.

I had to find out who sent this guy. Maybe I should've interrogated him first. His brand new permanent smile stared me back in the face. I had to face facts, he wasn't about to divulge anythin' to me now. I needed a new lead. Luckily I'm a dab-hand at dead bodies.