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I only saw McGhee's corpse sprawled on the sidewalk because it showed itself every few seconds in the red neon flash of the 'ROOMS' sign. "It figures that a wise-guy like you'd end up getting plugged in front of a dump like The Peabody Hotel," I said.

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"Friend of yours?" a woman asked, her voice low but confident. Think Betty Bacall in her prime.

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She startled me, but I wasn't about to let it show, so I turned slowly and looked at her. That was my first mistake—those eyes. I fell headlong into 'em, and she knew it. Oh, brother, did she ever know it.