By Henry Kupperman and Stephanie Woodhead
Private investigators have been fodder for the Hollywood dream machine since the back lots of today's studios were still orange groves. Who doesn't recall the cynicism of Bogart's Sam Spade in The Maltese Falcon? Or the debonair attitude of bon vivants, Nick and Nora, in The Thin Man series? Charlie's Angels and Magnum P.I. personify Hollywood's image of private investigators as heroes rewarded for ben...
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