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THE invisible
enemy
BY M.C. CRACKEN
The first thing Mike saw was the light.
He must have dozed off, and he shot awake with lamplight stinging his eyes. He blinked angrily, and for a few minutes Mike couldn’t figure out where – or who – he was. Between blinks, he started to piece it together: his papers, his chair, and the dying plant in the corner. He glimpsed at the words “Mike Hammer - Private Eye” printed on his desk and cringed. He liked the darkness better.
It was early, or late. Either way, Rick had to get out of his office. This case had been giving him grief for days, and it felt like ages since he’d seen the sun. He got his coat and left his office.
Velda was at her desk, and mum- bled some acknowledgement of Mike’s presence.
“You still here?” Mike asked. “’Course I am. Got no reason to go out there,” she replied. Velda looked up from her work and saw Mike’s coat.
