Joe Candono - Blackmail Pictures

That Novak for hire. So the sign on the front of my office says,

that Novak for hire. It's an easy way to put it, because if you're going to make a living down on a waterfront in San Francisco, you've got to do everything but run for office. I rent boats and kick around a few scruples if the price is right.

It's a living. If anything goes wrong, you can always get your mother a visitor's pass. If you do get in trouble, you go first class all the way. I found that out when I first met Doreen Wild.

It was almost dark. I was sitting in the office with the door open when she first showed up. Showed up is the right word. The wind was blowing outside and pushed her dress tightly against her legs as she walked in.

She was young. From what I could see, she made Cleopatra look like Applemary. She had a voice like a bola warm stew. Hello. Are you Mr. Novak? That's my story. I'm Doreen Wild. Mind if I sit down?

On your desk here? You'll block the view. You'll get used to the new one. There. Now lean back and let me look at you. I want to hire you, Mr. Novak. After the look or before?

You've got a power complex, darling. You know a man named Joe Condono? He's a gambler out on Geary Street, friend of yours. I don't dislike him that much. We have business connections. That's why I want to hire you, to give him some money tonight.

A needy case or a bad debt? A bad debt. Condono has an IOU for my brother for $10,000. You can go from there. You can go from there. None of them. I'm supposed to say it was a fixed game.