CHAPTER 14The doorkeeper-bouncer was the first obstacle. Kintyre wished he had worn a hat. Nothing disguised him except a gray suit; the square of bandage at his hairline felt like a searchlight.
“Follow my lead,” whispered Corinna as they went down the stairs.
It was dark in the doorway, and narrow. She contrived to get herself squeezed between Kintyre and the other man; and as she slithered by she threw him such a look that he would have let a rhinoceros enter unnoticed beside her.
The Alley Cat was full tonight. Mostly the cool crowd, Kintyre judged, drawn by the rumors of last night’s affair. He could not help himself, but whispered to Corinna: “Where in the hell did you learn to put five thousand volts of raw s*x into three motions and one sidelong glance?”
“Theater.” Even at this
