Buster Blade - Frisco Detective

"A balding mink stole hugged her neck like dead game strapped to the hood of a car, but her service stockings hugged a pair of gams that still held their curves. There was a lithe quality in the way she moved. I watched her gloved right hand slip into the beaded purse on her lap and pull out a pack of Old Gold cigarettes." 

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