Chapter 5
It was a relatively long drive, Brenda Courtney found, taking well over a half an hour for them to get there - in the very heart of Harlem. But finally, handsome Don Maxwell brought his luxurious cream-colored limousine to a smooth, gliding halt on a side-street directly adjacent to historic Amsterdam Avenue:
This street -- or even alley as one might call it -- was ultra-dark, seemed hush-quiet and totally deserted. But still and all, it was quite conventional, and could hardly be called a swinging Bohemian kind of atmosphere.
The building at the end of it had a bar downstairs with a blinking red and green neon-sign which must have been quite ancient, and only a few people could be discerned through the misty, dusty window pane at the bar. The building, itself, was quite de
