Chapter Twenty
The crowd in the Rockefeller had increased sizably since we’d arrived. The swing band began to play a couple of modern tunes that brought more couples onto the dance floor. Waiters were run off their feet, while cigarette girls in their short skirts went from table to table with their strapped-on carry trays of smokes. I kept scanning the room to see if I could get a fix on this nightclub owner.
I turned to look at Sam.
She was bopping in her seat and looked around with a grand smile on her kisser. She really looked a million bucks tonight and she was having a great old time. I moved my eyes back to the band just as they had finished playing.
From behind the bandstand, I saw two men at the top of the marble staircase.
The first guy was zombie-boy Eugene with his well-dr
