Stop, You're Killing Me!

· 2008

As a private eye I get a lot of screwball cases, but nothing to match my own; my wife and kid trying to kill me--and neither aware of it! I got into the car that morning and was thinking of nothing in particular--except maybe the cases I hoped to be getting downtown in my one man private dick office. We live at the top of the city's highest hill, my wife and our son Sam, who's seventeen, and myself. At least it's the highest hill in the residential district and the highest one I know of. So out of habit I patted the brakes to test them as the car began to roll down the slight incline of the driveway.…

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