Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, Vol. 44, No. 4, April 1980

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Mike Shayne bought the early morning edition of the Miami Daily News at the corner stand a block from the Tamiami Coffee Shop.

“Don’t bother with the change, Carl,” he told the blind newsdealer. “That’s only a one spot.”

“Thank you, Mr. Shayne. How are things with you these days? You haven’t been by for awhile.”

“Short vacation, Carl. I went down to Key West for a little fishing with a friend of mine, Pete Foley.”

“Any luck?”

“A little,” Shayne told him. “We went for tarpon and then drifted out in the gulf stream for a few days after broadbills. Pete and I landed a 150-pound beauty. But you should have seen the one that got away. He was a monster!”

Carl laughed. “When I was a kid and could see, the biggest ones always got away.”

Shayne quickly changed the subject to cover his slip. “How’s the wife?”

“Ailing a little, complaining a lot, but that’s the way it goes when you’re married, Mr. Shayne. We get along. How’s a big redheaded fellow like you escaped matrimony so long?”

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