CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Flame, an upscale spot in the heart of downtown, is owned by a classy guy named Lyle Orick who comes from Minnesota. This plush club features a jungle bar that includes live monkeys and exotic birds. They have excellent food and the best dance band in the southwest, Al Overend, and his Orchestra. They’re busy with a group vocal of the current hit, “If I Knew You Were Comin’ I’d’ve Baked A Cake.”
I say hello to off-duty detective Gordon Selby, who is having dinner with a very pretty dark blonde. Gordon is a real fashion plate on duty or off. He could pass as a twin of movie star Tyrone Power. Punks make the mistake when they think Selby is soft. Too late they discover he’s the messenger of death with a g*n in his hand.
The dance floor is crowded, and I work my way ar
