Hank had set up his private detective agency called I-O-Spy in a drab part of New York. It wasn't the exciting life he'd imagined; yet again he found himself huddled under his raincoat and trilby walking the streets following his latest assignment. After a couple of blocks his target paused and started looking around. Quickly Hank went up to the cigarette kiosk and purchased a pack of 20. As he looked back he just caught sight of his target's leg disappearing into a doorway so he hurried to the spot following his trail. Later on, Hank was glad to get back to the office with his observations complete and where he could add the unopened pack of 20 to the other 75 that were already there (Hank didn't smoke!).
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