A Body for McHugh

A CORPSE ON HIS DOORSTEP LURES MCHUGH INTO THE ARMS OF THE MAFIA—AND A LETHAL FEMALE…

McHugh called his joint “The Door,” and for the stranger with the shiv in his guts, it was the door to Death.

It was a tough caper to figure. McHugh finally put the pieces together—just in time to save himself from being fed to the fish in Monterey Bay.

FRIENDLY PERSUASION…

“It would be wise for you to tell us all about it,” the dark man said softly.

She held out for five minutes. Once McHugh almost stepped forward to help her. That was when the Cuban had stripped the blouse from her, caught a full breast in his fingers and squeezed until the cords in his hand stood out stark and white. She screamed then, screamed in terrible agony, and words gushed from her torn lips.

“Please stop,” she gasped. “The money’s in L.A. I’ll tell you everything...”