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"I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand tightening into a fist. "Now, where's the girl?"

The confrontation was swift. In a flurry of punches and wisecracks, Bogart cleared the room. He didn't need a gun; he had the "magic names" of his ancestors and a survival instinct that wouldn't quit. Bogart Vol 01 No 01

As the sun began to rise over the Mediterranean, Bogart stood on the tarmac, watching the fox and her sister board a plane to Lisbon. He knew he’d never see her again, but that was the life he chose. "I got held up," Bogart replied, his hand

"You're late, Bogart," Roy growled, flicking a cigarette into the dark water. He didn't need a gun; he had the

The rain in Casablanca didn't wash away the sins; it just made them shiny. In the dimly lit corner of Rick’s Café, sat with a glass of lukewarm bourbon and a heavy heart. He was a man out of time, a private investigator who preferred punching his way through a problem rather than talking it out.