Mike was leaned back, with his dogs kicked upon his desk. Hat covered his face; trying to catch a few winks.
When there was a lite tap on his door.
He lifted his hat he could make out her hourglass figure through the frosted glass.
“Come on in, it’s open” he shouted.
She walked in , he stood up yep; she was a doll from her porcelian skin to her sexy ruby red lipstick.

“Well… come on in Miss”.
“Victoria Mead” she said offering him her hand.
“Mike Mallory, please have a seat Miss Mead”.
“Vicky” she said demurely.
“Cup of joe Vicky”?
“No thank you” she said politely pulling a cigg from her purse.
Mike leaned in and lit it, she batted her eyelashes.
“Well spill it, what can I do you for”?
“Well…It’s my brother he’s been accused of murder”.

“Murder, you don’t say”.

“She gave me an ear full, say’s he just a patsy and i’ll have to find him seeing he’s on the lam and all”.
“I told her it could take some time, she assured me she had the clams to back me”.