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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/r-daniel-lester/40_nickels.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/r-daniel-lester/40_nickels_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="40 Nickels" alt ="40 Nickels"/></a><br//><p>Carnegie Fitch can be called a lot of things. Ambitious is not one of them.</p> <p>Months after escaping death in the circus ring at the hands of the Dead Clowns and the feet of a stampeding elephant, he is no longer a half-assed private eye with an office and no license, but instead a half-assed tow truck driver without either. Still, he manages to find ample time to drink lots of diner coffee, hang with fellow down-and-out diner denizens and have all those shiny daydreams about landing that BIG CASE.</p> <p>Well, careful what you wish for, Fitch.</p> <p>Because when a wealthy widow hires him to sniff along the trail of a soapbox svengali with a hobo history and several mysterious deaths in his wake, not only will it put Fitch, aka Gastown's Favourite Punching Bag, in harm's way as he navigates a twisted road of stolen coins, defrocked dentists, wacky hallucinogens, crooked cops, and cult crazies, but his past, present and future will also come a-calling, each with their own...]]></description>
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