Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, Vol. 21, No. 4, September 1967

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Mike Shayne faced his toughest foes. Lucy had been kidnaped — and death was the ransom price.

Mike Shayne called into his office at eight o’clock that night. Shayne was on a job for a woman whose son was accused of complicity in six juvenile robberies. The woman said the boy was innocent. The boy sneered. Shayne was on the weary round of finding out.

“I’ll go straight home, Angel,” Shayne said from the pay booth. “Close up shop for the night and go home yourself.”

“All right, Michael,” the brown-eyed girl said. “The district attorney wants to see you in the morning.”

“Sure, Angel, but tonight I sleep.”

“Don’t forget to eat something, Michael,” his secretary said.

After Shayne had hung up, Lucy Hamilton filed her work for the day, straightened the office, checked to be sure all was in order for the morning, and freshened her make-up. Then she clicked her bag shut firmly, and left the office. She put out the lights and locked the outer door behind her.

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