Trash Inspection 2

"Cladius, what the hell are we looking for? I mean this man's not a politician so who gives a shit he's got a dozen mistresses? I get that its weird women want to sleep with a man whose muttonchops make him look like his dad was a werewolf and his mother was a caterpillar and whose eyes are so bloodshot they could sub for the neon lights over a porn shop, but that ain't illegal . . . crap," the agent grimaced as he pulled his hand out of the garbage. The air was now ripe with the scent of fec...