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Small-time, small-town Idaho private eye Skoog is hired to find the missing husband of a carnival sideshow freak. In the course of his investigation, Skoog puts his life on the line to uncover a myriad of secrets, including robbery and murder.
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Ethel Kerker, the beared lady at the sideshow of a traveling carnival, hires bald, pot-smoking Idaho private eye Skoog to find her missing husband, Charlie, the Living Skeleton. Over the next several days, Skoog prowls the carnival grounds, interviews workers and a variety of freaks--Presto the Magician, The Fantastic Plastic Man, the Two-headed Girl and others--and conducts extensive research, looking for clues to reveal why Charlie disappeared and what happened to him.
It's a dangerous business, Skoog learns. He's assaulted by a wild beast, nearly brained by a booby trap, and grazed by a bullet. But he persists in his quest and slowly he spirals closer to the truth, uncovering in the process two grisly murders, a burglary ring, and a shocking crime from the past before the startling conclusion of the mystery.
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The potential client seemed to be about five-foot-four, weighed maybe a hundred pounds, and sported a full black beard. "Mr. Skoog?" she said in a soft, pleasant voice, slipping into my office. "My name is Ethel Kerker. Mrs. Charlie Kerker."
I leaned against the bars of the cage to cool mt flaming face. As I did, I became aware something else was in the cage with me. Something that breathed. Something big.
There was a young woman with golden hair, pretty as a Barbie doll, with a wonderful figure, who smiled brilliantly at me as I passed. She was reclining because she had nothing but soft, rounded knobs where her arms and legs should be. The woman looked like a toy that had once belonged to a sadistic child. I barely glanced at the hairy kid dubbed The Wild Boy, and zipped past an almost naked man lying on a bed of six-inch nails. Crispo the fire-eater dipped a fiery skewer into his mouth and spewed out a flame as I shambled by, singeing my eyebrows.
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