By Brett Halliday
In an odd city, Mike Shayne meets a perilous damsel in distress
Mike Shayne is three hours from Miami whilst the solar dips less than the horizon and he comes to a decision to make a pit cease. For Shayne, that suggests cognac, and the single bar on the town is a lonely little dive whose population don’t glance pleasant. Shayne doesn’t care. The barkeep pulls a dusty bottle down from the pinnacle shelf, and Shayne is settling into his drink while a blonde walks in the course of the door. because the detective admires her, she increases her hand . . . and with a gesture of her dainty little finger, marks him for death.
males combat Shayne open air, beat him mindless, and check out to run him over with their motor vehicle. to flee this hayseed city alive, Shayne should realize the identification of the dame from the bar—and why she selected for him to die.