“I can take you where you want to go,” he told her confidentially. Lucille stared down her prominent nose at the short man in the wildly out-of-place fedora. What, she wondered, was this bloke’s story? But she didn’t wonder too hard. The once-heavy crowd in the tavern was thinning out, and the only decent men … Continuar leyendo “Night of Wicked Splendor” by Bill Tope