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The Florida Gulf Coast was shrouded in a heavy, humid haze. Danny Gumbo leaned against his old pickup truck, surveying the sleepy town that had been his home for years. The salty breeze whispered secrets, and the warm sand underfoot held countless untold stories. Danny had been a private investigator for longer than he cared to admit, but these quiet coastal towns had a way of drawing him into their mysteries. It had been a while since he had taken on a new case, and he was content to let the days drift by. That is until the phone rang in his cluttered office. The voice on the other end was shaky and desperate. “Mr. Gumbo, you've got to help me. I've been accused of murder,“ the voice said.
