He was a heel...? blue-blood gone bad, a low-brow with class, a bum with an income. He liked low-slung cars and top-heavy girls, and he took his pleasure where he found it. He was the consort of bookies, dope-peddlers, crooks; the buddy of has-beens, tough guys, and junkies. He dreamed the big dream, but played it small...?ree wheeling it down hill all the way, with a crack-up—and murder—at the bottom.
Too many slow horses, too many fast women, and finally, one loaded cigarette; and after that...?rouble: a woman who wouldn't stay, a dead man's face that wouldn't go away, and an alibi that wouldn't stick...
by William Campbell Gault
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