Tender Is LeVine: A Jack LeVine Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I cautiously opened the door, then double-bolted and chained it the moment I got inside. The room was just as I left it, with two significant differences. There was a fine leather valise on the bed and it didn’t belong to me. The shower was running. I walked quietly to the night table, pulled open the top drawer and removed the .38 I had pilfered from the driver, then crept toward the bathroom, finally nudging the door open with my left hand. I was instantly rewarded with the gratifying sight of soapy water cascading down Barbara Stern’s lustrous body. She screamed, of course, at the very sight of me. “Jesus!” she said, and yanked the shower curtain all the way shut. “I won’t bother asking how you got in the room,” I said, closing the bathroom door and pocketing the gun. “It wasn’t terribly difficult,” she hollered over the running water. “The bellhops here respond very well to minimal offerings of cash. Plus, I batted my eyes a little.” “I’m not registered under my name.”
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