**A blonde with a rotten husband sends Mike Shayne into the past** Mike Shayne isn't scared of anyone, but that doesn't mean he feels comfortable in a tuxedo. He squeezes into the monkey suit for the sake of Lucy Hamilton, his beloved secretary, and grins and bears his way through a meal at the u
Weep for a Blonde
β Scribed by Halliday, Brett
- Book ID
- 108691380
- Publisher
- Dell Books
- Year
- 1964
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 82 KB
- Series
- Mike Shayne 28
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
Weep for a Blonde (A Mike Shayne Mystery) (Dell Books # 9445)
Miami Detective in Nite-Club Brawl. In the exclusive Martinique, last night, a private t?te-?-t?te between private detective Michael Shayne and luscious Lydia Kane was interrupted when the lady's husband made a surprise appearance. A violent exchange of words between the two men was followed by an equally violent exchange of blows.... From the beginning, Lydia Kane was nothing but trouble for Mike Shayne. And the ending (Lydia's, that is) was worse. It was murderous.
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She moved up along the couch, put her hands on my shoulder and forced me back. She looked intently down into my face. A long strand of the dark hair swung below her cheek. 'Suppose it were a year, Kyle. A full year. Just for us. Would that be worth it?' 'Where would we hide for a year?' 'Would it be