Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 2

Most cases start off innocent enough. So did this one. But pretty soon I was sucked into a vortex of murder, madness and mayhem that would drown even the hardest of men.

It was just before Thanksgiving 1948. I'd been working as a private detective for about three years, ever since I got back from the war. By that point I had pretty much seen and done it all. Or so I thought.

I was sitting in my office on the Sunset Strip watching a fly buzz around my head when I saw her through the glass of my door...