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daylight left on this balmy evening when he spotted Letty Pell waiting on Washington Boulevard in front of an office building. In the red Viper with the top down Frank stopped in front of her.
    “ Hey, how about a lift, gorgeous?”
    With a lusty smile, Letty slipped into the seat next to Frank. “I’m so pleased you called.” As if they were old lovers, she moved close and gave him a long, warm kiss on the mouth.
    When she finished, he was already stirred. “Gees, you are one friendly girl.”
    Letty dropped her eyes and then a hand to his warm lap. “Oh, my, we’ll have to do something about this very soon.”
    “ We will?”
    “ Oh, you bet. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”
    An angry horn came from a car behind. They looked around to find the driver with his hands up off the wheel, mouthing something unpleasant. Frank laughed and drove off.
    Letty asked, “Where we going?”
    “ Little place I know. Nothing special, but it’s quiet and kinda charming.”
    With her hand in his lap again: “Sounds romantic.”
    As Frank moved the convertible through medium traffic on Michigan Avenue, other motorists could see Letty’s pretty red head disappear into Frank’s lap, and then bob up again with a smile and a laugh. The best view was from the cab of a furniture delivery truck moving up in the lane next to the Viper. From the truck’s raised cab both the driver and his partner were watching with considerable interest.
    The driver finally gave them a blast on the horn, and the other guy rolled down his window and yelled, “Hey, ain’t that you, Frank?”
    Letty bobbed up, and Frank glanced back and shook his head.
    “ Hell, yes, it’s you. Hey, man, how’s she doin’?”
    His head back with a laugh, Frank gunned the Viper ahead.
    Letty giggled. “You always attract so much attention?”
    Frank shrugged. “Comes with the job. At least with a gorgeous red head in the car.”
     

Chapter 19
    Though the hour was earlier this time, at Marvin’s Bar there was only a sparse crowd. Jackson was again behind the bar, and Myra, an overweight waitress with a limp, took her good, sweet time serving two booths and a table. When Frank and Letty entered looking wind-blown, they headed for an empty booth half-way back.
    Letty was obviously trying to spot the place’s charm as Frank called out, “Jackson, how you doin’?”
    “ Okay, Frank. We seen you tonight, and I was tellin’ everybody you was in here. Nobody believe it.”
    “ You want an autographed photo to put over the bar? That way they’ll have to believe.”
    “ That would be good, Frank. Thanks.”
    Letty slid into the booth as Frank said, “No problem, man. You know, I’ve been telling the lady here that Marvin’s has the best burgers in town.”
    “ They ain’t that good, miss. But if you’re hungry, we can probably take care of you.”
    Frank sat across from Letty. “Jackson here is the world’s last honest man.”
    Letty took Frank’s hand. “Well, Jackson, you have a charming little place here.”
    “ Well, that ain’t true neither, ma’am, but we thank you for sayin’ it.”
    Letty laughed, and by now Myra had limped up to the booth.
    “ Hello, I’m Myra, and I’ll be your server this evening.”
    Frank chuckled. “Hey, Myra. We’ll each have a burger deluxe, and I’ll have a Bud Lite.”
    Letty said, “Me too.”
    “ You too what?” snarled Myra.
    Letty laughed again, this time a lusty peal. “I’ll have a Bud Lite.”
    Limping off Myra screamed, “Two Bud Lites!”
    Frank said, “I told you, they treat me like royalty in here.”
    Jackson had moved around from behind the bar to the booth. “Frank, that guy I run outta here when you was here before?”
    “ Yeah?”
    “ Name is Byrd. Randal Byrd.”
    “ Bird, as in cuckoo?”
    “ Yeah, Byrd with a Y.”
    “ Randal Byrd, B-Y-R-D.”
    “ Right. He come in again and I carded him. Said he don’t look 21.”
    “ How’d he take it?”
    Jackson was