There's a New Sheriff in Town

And she's tough on crime. (nice badge, eh?)

So we played a rowdy game of Scotland Yard, "in which a team of players, as "police", cooperate to track down a player controlling a "criminal" around a board representing the streets of London."







Here's our "criminal," a real grifter
if I ever saw one.


Doesn't he look nervous?

I noticed our sheriff givin' him
the up-and-down, so I
decided to get a slant on him.
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And I quickly discovered one of our own was a skid rogue. Our peeper with the pins was switch-hitting. Boy, did I feel like a patsy. She's the law, people, and look at her all cozy with the goon, that ain't jake. Then I saw the advantage: it's better for a goon to be dizzy with a dame -- we'll nail him! Right about then Gram tipped her mitt, copped our Sap and tossed him in the cooler. -

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We moved on to another clip-joint to play easier games.
Gram wanted to find an easier mark to punk.

Check out this ankle. An easy mark?


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The Sheriff checked the clubhouse files to see if our Doll had a record.

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Turns out she'd been in the jug a few times for a coupla knockovers. She was lousy with luck.





Once our sheriff had her made, she mights well get a mouthpiece, it's over for her. We went over the rumble and prepared to get her spitting.


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You know how things are today with budget cuts and all, we didn't have enough racks for the sting.

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- So we had to get our stool pigeon to use my silverware caddy as a rack.
You start using junk equipment and you got a trip for biscuits. This gig was starting to look like we got the wrong number.

We needed to take it on the heel and toe. Forget the three spot and let the skirt skip out.