Charley has a sweet set-up in Naples. He and his partner Joe Lenken run a tight black-market operation. But tonight there is trouble and Charley is shot - and worse, he is recognized. Fleeing the police, he has to get his hands on a passport fast. Luck is with him in the form of a dead American drunk. All Charley has to do is get rid of the body. Weighting it, he lowers the body into the Tiber, his body wracked with pain from the bullet wound. But his luck runs out - he is seen! She is standing on the bridge overhead. But instead of crying "murder" she helps him up the bank and takes him away to tend to his wounds. But is she Charley's guardian angel - or the sweet angel of death?
by Peter Rabe
by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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