"It was Saturday night. The clock on my office wall showed the time to be eleven-forty-five. There are times when a private eye does not necessarily feel like being a private eye. This was one of those times. The elevator door down the hall clanked open with a clank familiar to anyone on the fourth floor who had had an office on the fourth floor for as long as I had had an office on the fourth floor. Footsteps came down the darkened hall and stopped outside my door. They were the footsteps of a
"This could be our big break, Sam! She wants to file a class-action defamation-of-character lawsuit against any studio that ever made a film-noir movie, on behalf of femme fatales everywhere!"