Chapter 9
THIS oughta be a pushover, Steve told himself, unlocking his apartment door. "Just the two of us," he mumbled. "How nice'n cozy." He pushed the door open and gestured broadly for his guest to enter.
"Nice, little place you've got," Dan Moore started. "Stay single, Steveit's the only way." He shot Steve a knowing glance. "I'll bet the female-transient traffic is pretty damned heavy up here."
"I manage," Steve replied glumly, closing the door behind him. He watched Moore move about unsteadily, most likely half-drunk. Steve shrugged inwardly, telling himself that he ought to have his head examined. At this very moment his guest might have been a neat bundle of female named Mildred Whitney!
Steve realized that his life had been totally upset during the past few daysbut purposely
