Wednesday, April 16th — 8:32 A.M.
Frank and I sped over to West Sixth and Bixel. When we got there the shooting was over. One cop was dead, another wounded. No sign of either suspect.
We exchanged grim looks. The gang’s take was now...
John Vallancourt, the cool, calm diplomat, was worried stiff. A dear friend was dead and his daughter Nancy was missing. John feared the worst and the worst was Nancy’s sweetheart Keith Rollins. Keith was the prime suspect in the case and he was...
We all have our value in one way or another. We all fit in somewhere and can be used as part of a clever scheme. Make it a game (after all this is intended as a fun-book). What makes you invaluable? Why should someone labor to maneuver you in some...