Smart Boy

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I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program in radio history. And remember, let every traffic signal remind you,

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Smart boy. Fifteen minutes after Werner had called him on the phone, Steve Carson was walking into the entrance of a apartment. Inside he was raging at her. Outside he looked cool as a piece of ice.

Ten years as a private detective had given him that. The nonchalance outside, in spite of the burn up underneath. Yes, Steve was a top-notch detective. A smart boy. Smart enough to see when Werner came along five years ago that investigation fees were chicken-feed.

What with Werner's beauty and his ability, there was real money on the other side of the line in blackmail. It had turned out to be a great thing, an unbeatable combination. And as he left the automatic elevator at the end of the corridor and walked down to her apartment, he thought what a shame it was.

The verna could be so naive as to think she could change it with a simple phone call. Oh, it's you Stevie. Hello darling. Come in. We've been expecting you. Oh. I could tell by your attitude on the telephone that you were unhappy dear.