Mister Mammoth is the world’s greatest detective, renowned for having once solved a murder case without leaving his office. He’d probably be rich and famous if he weren’t a perpetually sneering behemoth measuring seven feet from head to toe and nearly as wide across, with gruesome scars crisscrossing nearly every inch of his body. Don’t be scared, though—he’s actually a devoted pacifist and spends his downtime pining for the gorgeous star of his favorite television series and creating brilliantly colorful glass sculptures. His latest client is a retired executive eager to know how it’s possible that he, a man with neither enemies nor any skeletons in his closet, has been targeted by blackmailers. Seems like the client must be hiding something. If he’s not, why do people involved in the case keep turning up dead? And why is it that the closer Mammoth comes to reaching the end of his investigation, the more he’s overcome by repressed memories of his traumatic upbringing?
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