“Stern and Lee, the Suburban Dicks,” he said out loud, rolling it slowly around his tongue like a shot of bourbon. It would hit every single sweet spot a story like this could hope for. A small American town rife with racial and cultural prejudice, now dealing with a murder. Would most people get the dated reference to “dicks” being private investigators? Didn’t matter. It sounded really good. “Kenny Lee, the Suburban Dick,” he said. That sounded even better.
