Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, Vol. 36, No. 6, June, 1975

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It ran like clockwork. The first body was left on the hood of Mike Shayne’s car. The second came addressed to the detective. But no one knew where the other two kidnap victims were — nor how they would be returned!

The lone thief bolted from the self-opening door as Michael Shayne curved from the sidewalk to enter the bank. The robber was hooded. He carried a gun in his right hand and a brown paper bag in his left. He crashed into the Miami private detective’s shoulder, yelped and spun off.

Shayne was off balance. He pitched toward the curbing, slammed palms against the fender of a parked car.

He whipped around to see the robber dodging and dancing between pedestrians in a weaving pattern along the sidewalk. A bank guard raced out of the door of the tall building, leveling a service revolver. There were screams of surprise and instant terror, hoarse shouts. The pedestrians split as if divided by a giant knife.

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