Gumshoe
The client was desperate.
The coppers gave up on the chase.
They might have caught him, but,
The killer didn’t leave a trace.
Flipping coins in the shadows.
Slouch hat, overcoat and a gun.
Photographing through windows
Some clown’s extra-marital fun.
Who went bust playing horses?
Just who’s blackmailing who?
Questioning his sources,
The detective’s looking for clues.
Dusting for fingerprints,
Magnifying glass in hand.
Searching for evidence,
Like following tracks in the sand.
GUMSHOE!
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
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