Chapter 7
Clive stood up. Klingman stared from him to Johnny.
"You mean Sugar March?"
"Yeah," Clive said. "The Skyway Club seems to be losing personnel fast. Poor Sammy. Thanks, Vince. Take care of yourself."
He went out to the car. Johnny paid off the cab and climbed in beside him. He looked sick.
"For Chrissake, Ed, don't give me that dead-pan stuff. There wasn't anything I could do. I waited in a doorway to let her get ahead of me, and she got into this crowd waiting on the corner for the light to change. Maybe twenty people, mostly dames and service men. Just an ordinary bunch. You know those crazy shoes Sugar had on. Well, I guess she just got too near the edge and lost her balance. There was a guy turning the corner, trying to beat the yellow..."
Clive got a flask out of the gl
