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I lifted the body slightly, enough to reach the hip pocket. It was tight to him; the body had swollen and the suit seemed to have shrunk. He had a billfold in there. It was wet and repellant. I inched it out with my fingertips, flipped it open, and saw it contained a big brass badge, an ornate shield design. The words "Bonded Security Service Operator 376" were picked out in chrome. The badge looked like it came in a box Crackerjack, but it was probably from a real security firm. Some of those companies are chintzy beyond belief.
