Really weird dream
I was a hard-boiled detective, Phillip Marlowe type. A desperate client came to me with a request for some "dirty work". She [of course it's a buxom babe; can't break the genre] had inherited a filing cabinet full of cash from an uncle who ran a semi-legal gambling establishment. Problem was, the uncle had protected his cash from thieves by inserting little embalmed aborted fetuses in each transparent envelope. He had figured that thieves, being the superstitious sort, would rather skip the money than fiddle with such objects. The client knew money launderers who could turn any amount of cash into usable bank deposits, but they weren't willing to engage in such literal laundering!
Strange to think that ideas like this are burbling around inside my cranium, inaccessible during waking hours. Might actually make a good short story.