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"YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES TO DO THAT," the old man with the goatee said. the
Private detective Mohawk Daniels stood there frozen. "I only want to talk to the young lady," he repeated. "What sort of place is this?"
The old man laughed. "We belong to the World Society of Sunners," he said. "We're just healthy, normal people at this camp. We break no laws. And you must not break ours. I repeat, no clothes are worn here."
"Okay." Daniels began to unknot his tie. "I'll strip and you bring in the young lady." ISBN:MURDERONTHELI
