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The front desk man mumbled something as he bent down under the waist-high counter. He pulled up a bowed and bent cardboard box and slid it over. Dzinski pawed through the forgotten scarves, umbrellas, and single gloves. He found a dime store pocket-watch, a pair of baby shoes and a deck of cards at the bottom. But he didn’t find what he was looking for.
“I told you I hadn’t seen it Frank,” the man said.
“Yeah, you did, Larry,” Dzinski said, drumming his fingers on the dark wood counter. “I just like to see things with my own eyes. Force of habit, you know.”
“Yeah, I get it, Shamus,” Larry said. He waved his hand impotently and went back to working on yesterday’s half-finished crossword puzzle.
Dzinski pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his overcoat pocket, shook one out and lit it with a paper match. He exhaled slowly, blowing the match out.
“Thanks, anyway, Larry,” he said.
He turned and leaned one elbow against the lobby desk, rubbed his thumb against his index and middle fingers and tried to remember where he had left his lighter.