landlady couldn’t spell. I’d lived there for the last three years and still had the apartment key on my chain.
So in the next block I nosed the Chev into the Tiki-Tiki Club parking lot. Shutting off the motor, I twisted in the seat so’s to face Shona. Sure, she’d told a cold-boiled, business tale. But she’d a hot sexiness, too, and it made me feel as if I’d swallowed a corkscrew that stayed stuck in my throat.
Tiki-Tiki ClubI asked, “Did Westburne make a verbal contract with you in front of witnesses?”
“No, we talked in the practice room.”
“Then all you’ve got is your word against his. He’s probably changed his mind and ducked out. You can’t hold him. Might as well hang onto your fifty bucks.”
Her voice went husky. It slurred, “You find him, Mr. Moran. I’ll handle him from there on.”
