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Acrid
“Oh god. What’s that acrid smell? Is that you, McGeek?”
“No, Tony. I’m pretty sure it’s the trash bin.”
“Well what are you waiting for, McGoo. It’s your turn to dumpster dive.”
“No, no. It’s definitely your turn, Tony. Remember you traded for my help with Gibbs’ phone.”
“Sssh. Probie. Just get in and start looking for the clues before Gibbs hears us.”
“No, Tony. It’s your turn.”
“Too late. I don’t care whose turn it is. Both of you get in there and find me my murder weapon and shell casings and anything else that’s in that damn dumpster.”
