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When I asked Wurst why he did it, he replied: “Because pâté is not sausage. And anything that is not sausage must be pure, or it threatens the sanctity of the tube.”

The next day, Wurst called me. He never called. Always email. client wurst

But the deeper I looked into Wurst, the stranger it got. When I asked Wurst why he did it,

I laughed. Then I found a note tucked under my windshield wiper that night. It read: “You use Folgers crystals. You pretend to like IPAs. Your mother thinks you’re a real estate agent.” Always email

Wurst gave me one more job last spring: tail a man known only as “The Bratislava Butcher” who was supposedly smuggling illegal pâté de foie gras across state lines. I followed a冷链 truck from Milwaukee to Gary, Indiana. At a rest stop, the driver opened the back and found not foie gras, but three dozen live geese wearing tiny life jackets. Wurst had tipped off the USDA an hour earlier. The Butcher was arrested. The geese went to a sanctuary.

I checked the postmark. It was from inside my own zip code.

I stopped digging.