The woman screamed as he touched her...
“Good God, you’re not Ralph.”
Of course, he wasn’t Ralph. He was private eye Mike Shayne, trying to catch a little sleep in his own apartment-until a gorgeous doll slipped through the door,...
She was a full blown brunette in a bandanna halter that just covered the essentials. The non-essentials were very impressive too. This was just the kind of case Shayne could enjoy. Keeping an eye on a dish like this and getting paid for it to...
Wanda Weatherby had made her final pitch half an hour before when she phoned Mike with an urgent plea for help.
He'd been curious about her — who she was and what she wanted from him, and what she meant to the other people who had...