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I heard faint moans of pain coming from a darkened alley. They echoed through the street, breaking the monotonous tone of the pitter-patter of rain.
"Want me to hit em' again, Boss?" grumbled someone from the shadows.
I ducked behind a dumpster, trying to assess the situation.
"No, that's quite enough," said different voice. "We're done here."
I leaped out of cover, flashing my revolver and badge. "Stop right there!" I called out. I followed the shadows down the alley with my eyes, trying to identify the goons before they got out of sight. No luck. The battered figure lying on its side in a pile of trash didn't move a muscle. I inched toward it, still aiming my gun down down the alley. I finally got close enough when I realized that it wasn't a person at all. It was a horse.
"Why would those goons beat a dead horse?", I said out loud. It didn't make sense.
I slowly put my revolver back in its case and traded it for my flask; a weapon that deserved attention at a time like this. Some crimes shouldn't be solved..