Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, Vol. 34, No. 3, February 1974

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For brave, doomed Ellen Barker there could be only one way back. Mike Shayne would have to make himself a living decoy — a decoy that one trigger blazing second could turn into death!

The little black and white spotted puppy dog didn’t belong on Mrs. Ellen Barker’s luxurious Miami Beach estate. He was strictly a runaway from the servants’ quarters of another estate across the street and down the block. He was just a stray puppy following his very young nose in pursuit of new and nameless delights.

He didn’t even see the car as he ran out of the flower bed to cross the winding drive.

Ellen Barker saw the puppy though.

She tramped her foot down as hard as she could on the brake pedal of her very expensive foreign runabout. The brake started to catch and then there was a snapping sound from under the car and all of a sudden she didn’t have any brakes at all.

The puppy was lucky enough not to be in the direct path of the wheels and small enough so the body of the car went right on over without even scratching him.

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