It is late in the city. Okay, 6:03 pm isn't that late. But it's dark in the city. And Alice Gainer continues to drive the darkened streets of all five boroughs to track down Huckleberry, the madman clown who savagely bludgeoned her father with a rubber chicken so many years ago.
The wounds have not healed with time. Alice Gainer can still smell the greasepaint; she can still hear the jolly chuckles from Huckleberry's grin as he endlessly beat her father with that rubber chicken.
Her father could have just either said stop or stepped to one side, she thought, but that wasn't like her father. He took his licks like a man.
Alice Gainer will not stop until justice is served. Until Huckleberry is behind bars and paying dearly for what he did, she will continue combing the streets and shaking down informants to find that elusive clown.
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