It was a cold, hard night in the big city. I'd been out on the trail of Mickey 'Two Fingers' Jones, a two bit hoodlum who'd made off with twenty thousand bucks of Freedie Florenso's money. I'd hit every sleezy joint in the city hoping to find somebody who had seen him, or the money, but nobody was talking, their lips were tight and I was getting nowhere fast and that meant Florenso was losing more money, on me, and he sure wasn't going to be happy about that. I dropped by the office to grab a change of clothes and to grab a bite to eat, but I ended up getting more. She was sitting in my chair, behind my desk, a blonde bombshell dressed in red satin, I didn't know who she was or what she wanted. But I was sure going to find out...