The Smokeout

Let this and get it straight. Crime is as suck as road. No who travel it wind up in the gut of the prism of the grave. I didn't know it, but I was caught in a smoke-out that led from a search for a lady in black.

Past murder the highway in. The gunfire bling were hot. For a girl or a... ... ... with Joe Moore, God as Philip Marlow. We bring you tonight's exciting story.

Let's smoke out. Never seems to fail. A sleepless night that leaves you with raw nerves and sandpaper eyelids. It's always followed by a day that never ends. A kind of long tough day that keeps you on the move until life in the city will finally reduce to no more than a confused, cluttered, think of exhaust fumes.

And a nameless mob of shallow people milling around looking for nothing but a chance to con each other. Not of a lousy butt. But this is no exception because when I finally decided to quit to get out of it to go someplace quiet and relax I found myself instead in a hurry all over again

I was on my way to a very public building on spring street at the sub an instigation of one detective lieutenant Matthews of homicide The phone call 20 minutes ago. It caught me as soon as I opened my apartment door Like this Matthews how can they a chance what's that tell me all you know about fear of handling

Who's there a hammer? A girl. Oh, for them. Are you real sure you don't know her? Positive, am I supposed to? Uh-uh, maybe she used another name. Pretty blonde about five sticks to sweet and get a part of it.