A delightful short story.

It's a pseudo-noir detective yarn, my favorite genre, and it's by one of my favorite writers. From The New Yorker magazine, even. How classy am I? Oh yeah, and it's funny too. With a dentist.

Down at headquarters, I chatted with Ben Rogers, my mentor and the man who solved the Yuppie Restaurant Murder Case, where the victims were shot and then lightly dusted with lime and fresh mint. Ben had waited till the killer ran out of fresh mint and was forced to use chopped walnuts, which were traceable by their serial numbers.