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Frank Kane
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The woman's body undulated. Her motions became frantic. Wildly, she tore off her clothes ⊠The others followed. Nude, danced to the frenzied drum âŠThis was New Orleans.Johnny Liddell was no tourist.He had come here to investigate a disappearance. The beating he got by a goon squad, the double-cross from a gorgeous blonde, and the session as target for someone's shooting practiceâweren't exactly like being handed the keys to the city. But before he was through, Johnny's tour of the town led him through a ring of blackmail, murder, and the forced prostitution of some of the most beautiful society women in the city.
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THE APARTMENT was small, dark, hot.
The man in the rumpled white suit swabbed at his face with a pocket handkerchief, poured two fingers of rum into a water glass, swallowed it in a gulp. He got up, walked to the window, and stared out at the heat mist that shimmered over New Orleans and gave no evidence of relief.
He wiped the back of his neck with the handkerchief, shrugged out of his jacket. The armpits of his shirt were half-mooned with sweat; the back stuck damply to his body.
The tap on the door was so soft he almost missed it. He cocked his head, listened. The tapping was repeated.
He crossed the floor and put his ear against the door. âWhat is it?â There was a faintly liquid accent in his voice.
âI have a message for you from Kirk,â the voice on the other side of the door whispered.
Satisfied, the little man turned the key in the lock and pulled the door open. A man and a woman stood in the hallway. The man in the room squinted at them in the half-light.
âYou were not supposed to come here,â he complained. âNo one must know I am here.â He gestured impatiently for them to come in, closed the door after them.
As he turned to face them, something in the other manâs expression startled him. He looked from the man to the woman, started to back away.
âGive me the message, please. I am busy. Iââ
The other man started toward him; the girl took up a position in front of the door.
The man in the white suit stared at the newcomer, recognition slowly dawning in his eyes. âYou? But you saidââ The words froze in his throat. His lips moved, but no sounds came. His eyes widened until they were completely rimmed with white.
âCome here,â the other man ordered.
The little man moved back in horror, turned, tried to run. The other man moved faster. In two steps he was on the back of the little man, his arm around his neck in a murderous muggerâs grip. As the little man struggled to break the hold, the mugger put his knee in the small of his back and bent him slowly but relentlessly back.
The victim reached up with both hands and clawed desperately at the arm that was cutting off his breath, slowly strangling him. His eyes started to pop; his struggles grew weaker. After a minute, his hands seemed to grow heavy and dropped to his sides, fingers clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
Relentlessly, the mugger tightened his grip until even the fingers stopped moving. The man in the white suit went limp. Satisfied that his victim was beyond further resistance, the mugger loosened his hold and let the little manâs body slump to the floor.
The mugger stood over him, while he wiped the wet smear of his mouth with the back of his hand. The girl walked over, bent over the man on the floor, and pulled a wallet from his breast pocket. She flipped through the papers and held up a torn baggage check. âHereâs half of it.â
The man swore fluently. âWhereâs the other half?â
âKirk must have it.â
The man swore again. He brought back his foot and kicked viciously at the fallen manâs head. The girl turned, walked to the door. The mugger kept kicking at the manâs head until it gave off a sound like an overripe melon.
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Two days later, Johnny Liddell leaned against the bar in Mikeâs Deadline CafĂ© in New York, staring morosely at his reflection in the back-bar mirror. It didnât look any better than he felt.
The man behind the bar made a production out of selecting a bottle from the well, filling a jigger to within a hairline of the top, and sliding it across the bar without spilling a drop.
Johnny Liddell wasnât quite as successful in transferring it to his glass.
The bartender bared the yellow stumps of his teeth in a grin, as he swabbed the bar dry with a damp cloth that left oily circles. âTakes practice, my boy.â
âI should have enough of that,â Liddell grunted.
The man behind the bar tossed the cloth under the bar. âHavenât been around much lately, Johnny. Business picking up?â
âBusiness?â Liddell made a sour face. âPlaying bodyguard to some tin coffeepots at a wedding. A couple of dames who want to know where their husbands spend their evenings, a couple of husbands ditto their wives. You call that a business?â
âItâs better than working.â The bartender caught a signal from the far end of the bar and shuffled down.
Liddell took a deep swallow from his glass, while he studied the other denizens of the Deadline CafĂ©. He tried to work up some interest in the redhead at the other end of the bar who was working an overtired businessman, but decided it wasnât worth the trouble. He finished his drink, spilled some change next to it, and turned up the collar of his topcoat.
The bartender shuffled back, scooped up the money. âOne for the road, Johnny? On the house.â
Liddell considered it, decided no amount of liquor would shake him out of the mood he was in, shook his head.
The cool breeze flapping the awnings of some of the fancier boĂźtes along Madison Avenue felt good after the closeness of the bar. He looked up at the sky and decided it was a good night for walking. He was halfway up the block when the man came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
âI thought you was never going to come out, Liddell,â a nasal voice whined accusingly. âA guy could catch his death of cold in this damn climate.â
Liddell looked him over in the yellow street light. He was thin and undersized, a fact that the carefully tailored gabardine, built-up shoulders, and elevator shoes failed to conceal. He wore no hat; a mass of thick black hair rolled back in oily waves from his low hairline. He wore it in a three-quarter part revealing the startling whiteness of his scalp. His thin, bloodless lips were split in what was intended to be a smile, but there was no trace of it in the eyes that squinted across the high bridge of an enormous hooked nose.
Over his right arm he carried a carefully folded topcoat. The ugly snout of a .45 poked out from under its folds.
âWhatâs on your mind, friend?â
âI just came by to invite you to a party.â
Liddellâs eyes dropped to the .45. âYou make it hard to refuse such hospitality. But give me a rain check on this one. Iâm not dressed for a party.â
The thin lips tilted at the corners, and the eyes grew bleaker. âYou are for this one. Itâs a come-as-you-are party.â
âWhoâs throwing it?â
âWhat do you take me for, a stool pigeon?â Without taking his eyes off Liddell, the little man raised his hand in a signal. A big black sedan pulled away from the curb down the block and glided toward them. It came to a noiseless stop at the curb, and the back door swung open. The little man motioned with the .45. âBe my guest.â
Liddell debated the advisability of making a fight for it, dropped the decision. âYou talked me into it.â He stepped in and dropped back against the cushions.
The man with the gun followed him in, closing the door after him. He settled back in his corner, with the .45 cradled in the crook of his elbow. Its muzzle stared at Liddellâs midsection.
âHave we got far to go?â Liddell wanted to know.
The little man shrugged. âDepends on how much traffic we hit in the tunnel.â He took a flat platinum case from his pocket and held it out. âSmoke?â
Liddell selected one of the long, thin cigarettes, smelled it, shook his head. âI prefer tobacco in mine.â
The man with the gun shrugged. âAfter a day like this has been, I can use a lift.â He stuck one of the long cigarettes in the corner of his mouth, motioned with the .45. âGet one of your own if you like. But just use two fingers in bringing it out.â
âIâm not heeled if tha...