Flashpoint

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Hazel had given me almost too many errands to do for her in New York. I was late getting to Kennedy, and then I couldn't find the gate from which the chartered flight was to leave. By the time I asked directions twice and then backtracked the length of the terminal, I had three minutes left before flight time.

Duke Conboy was waiting when I finally arrived at the correct lower level. Duke is a jowly, impressive-looking man with silvery gray hair. "You really cut it close," he commented from around a cigar stub. "I was just gonna get aboard." He waved at someone behind me. "Glad you could make it, Candy."

I turned to see a smiling black man approaching us. He wore a lime-green suit, lime-green suede shoes, and a lime-green derby hat. His ruffled shirt was shocking pink as was his wide silk tie. "Candy Kane, Earl Drake," Duke introduced us.

"Pleased to meet you, mon," the dapper Candy said with a pronounced British accent. We shook hands.

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