"Old-school Hardboiled Crime Fiction (and Sex) Imitation"
I saw her enter the office as if through a cloud of smoke. She moved towards my desk, a vague spectral figure in burgundy, her heels clicking against the cheap tiles, and I decided it was probably best to extinguish...
"Sadistic widow demands gratification"
San Francisco, 1940.There was no question it was her. At first glance, I thought her to be no more than thirty-five, but the more I looked the more uncertain I was. One sure thing was that she was all woman....
"... and then she sashayed into my life"
I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin. I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your...