Out of the night, she came. She walked into Augie’s place and she sand. Lord, how she sang. She wrapped her voice around a song and the customers loved it.
Then, suddenly she disappeared. She walked out of the club, into the night. There was nothing left behind to show she’d been there … nothing but the body of the man who lay dead on her dressing room floor.
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The cop and the cleric team up- with a bit of assist from Sam Golden's newly appointed superior — to solve (a) the knifing of a private eye (with a bit of reputation for blackmail) in a hot spot star's dressing room; (b) the disappearance of the lovely and mysterious star, a blues' singer; ...| Read Full Review of The Brass Halo (Prologue Books)