It had been too long since Q had had a real case. Suddenly a kid shows up on her scooter, outlines a Hollywood plot involving a producer, a missing tape, and the murder of a woman named Amerika. It was LA, 2020, bebé. Weed and apathy were running at an all time high. But balderdash if Q wasn't the last detective left in the crooked little town who still gave a damn. Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/wrongdoorradio/support
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