Back at the bank, Philip was looking all over the place for Inspector Blu. Finally, he heard his bass voice at the end of a corridor. Inspector Blu was sharing stories with an old gentleman in the mail room. A couple of glasses were on the table with a honey colored liquid in them. Philip frowned-a clear regulation violation. Inspector Blu got up as soon as he saw Philip. ‘Ginger ale’ he said, winking at his new friend.
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