Shoot the Works (Michael Shayne, Book 29)
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Although few men realized it, Lola wasn't actually beautiful. What she had was far more potent than mere beauty - an aura of pure unadulterated sex, so distinct it took your breath away.
Mike could easily understand how Jim Wallace, a faithful husband for twenty-five years and a man of irreproachable character, could suddenly go off the deep end over a babe like Lola.
Just looking at Lola's dead body, Mike could understand...
Martin suspected his own wife actually was involved, somehow, in the theft and murder? Reluctantly, the detective decided this was not the best time to confront Martin with Kitty’s information. He said to Tompkins, “You have a suite here?” “On the sixth floor.” “Handy if you want to do any night work,” Shayne suggested sardonically. The thin man stopped his agitated pacing. “If I wanted to… yes.” “I suppose you have an office key?” “Naturally. But I didn’t use it last night, if that’s what
moved back to a leather-upholstered chair with his two glasses and set them on a smoking stand beside it. He sat back comfortably and stretched his long legs out in front of him and lit a cigarette. She sat down primly in a chair, ten feet from him, and smoothed her velvet skirt over the knees which Shayne remembered from the preceding night as not being at all as bony as he had expected. “Let’s just say it was Kitty Heffner’s night to howl… and she howled. And then drop the subject.” “After I
Shayne said, “So he called from here? After you had tipped him off, I suppose, what I planned to do.” “We did tell him you had assured us you would encounter no difficulty in making such a search.” Shayne shrugged and said bleakly, “To hell with all this. Who is James Richards?” “I don’t know. Should I?” “Take your time before answering that,” Shayne urged him. “Think the name over for a bit. Does it strike any chord at all?” “I don’t think so. Richards?” Tompkins hesitated and then shook
office must never be left empty between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon lest an important call be missed, he knew it had to be something extremely important that had caused her to break her rule today, and that she would almost certainly have left some message for him, explaining her absence. Somehow though, he was unable to actually believe Lucy wouldn’t be there to greet him with her bright smile until he stood in front of the locked, outer door and got out a key to open it. It
That you found Mr. Wallace dead, and phoned the police. You don’t have to tell them how much time elapsed or that I came with you. Let them assume that you came alone and phoned immediately. “Then telephone me a few minutes after you call the police and before they get here. Leave a message if I haven’t reached my hotel by that time. When Gentry gets here, tell him you phoned me. Then he won’t be surprised when I turn up a little later, and he won’t ask any embarrassing questions… I hope.”